Who knows what the hell it is about Detroit (could it be the simple layer of filth that seems to coat everything?), but the Motor City has inked more chapters in rock and roll's long and weird history (both important and trivial) than just about any other 'burg in the country. Whether it be Motown; the leftist guerrilla posturing of the MC5; the right-wing, guitar-wielding gun nut Ted Nugent; the Midwest beer swill of Bob Seger; or (perhaps most telling of all) the all-out sonic meandering and noise-fucking of Iggy Pop and the Stooges, there's undeniably something utterly rock and roll about Detroit. Over the years, Detroit rock has always been a cultivated hybrid recipe of amateur garage rock, caffeine-fueled punk, and British Invasion-era pop, all stirred up into some sort of dimestore Midwest philosophical jumbo. The Go is the latest worn-leather-jacket-wearing Nuggets-philes to roll off this assembly line. Mixing sonic flashbacks with the undying energy of rock on its edge, the band's Sub Pop debut, Watcha Doin'
, sounds fairly retro, but successfully updates the whole MC5 communal vibe with its attitude alone. The Go assaults its songs with the revolutionary fervor its Detroit antecedents built careers on while staying planted firmly in a lower-middle-class fuck-the-world stance. The band's energetic live gigs can feel like authentic freakouts when things go right and the sounds measure up.