Incessantly managing to find another slice of pure 70s rawwk, this time without ripping off The Stooges or paying homage to MC5, founding guitarist Nick Chericozzi swears, the Brooklyn rabble-rousers fifth garage-door kick, Tomorrow’s Hits, chases the same whiskey-bottle chuck freedoms of The Men yore, the same frustrations plaguing dudes’ hearts since the dawn of woman, but surround themselves in gold-sweat horn sections and purer cut melodies for days. It’s a slow build to the five-alarm fury we all know and love, but when it happens, hot damn – fear-fighting crusaders on a mission from the rock gods, from back-alley to the “Pearly Gates:” [LISTEN]

"Pearly Gates"

It’s not gospel, of course. Opener “Dark Waltz” waxes nostalgia about a first guitar from Ma and the noble pastime of a pot-selling brother who digs the drums and carries a gun. And “Sleepless” is an Americana chill twang kneel to a good night’s rest, nothing more, nothing less. Good ol’ boy room-and-amp furious “Different Days” about THAT girl. But hey, one man’s gospel is one man’s gospel. Or in The Men’s case “it’s just the sound of seven of [‘em] going for it,” as cofounder Mark Perro assured, which is sometimes Kinks-ish, sometimes Big Star-ish, worlds away from the pompous dicks that “will ruin rock and roll and strangle everything we love about it,” and always aware of how to “Get What You Give:” [LISTEN]

"Get What You Give"