When was the last time you listened to an album and immediately thought, “Holy crap, are those guys having a blast or what? For me, it was the last time I listened to Las Kellies’ second album, “Kellies.”
Let’s get this out of the way right away: The lyrics are clunky (when they’re decipherable), largely consisting of chants and silliness. The vocals aren’t harmonies, they’re more like three girls who happen to be shouting the same thing at the same time. It’s not even rap. Overall, it sounds amateurish. With lots of cowbell.
Now that we’re done with that, we can get past it and focus on the positive: These chicks can the play the hell out of their instruments. This is some of the truest post-punk—no, fuck that—the truest PUNK I’ve heard in years. It’s all hooks and D.I.Y. and power and … Fun.
Hailing from Argentina, The Kellies are a power trio with each girl having the last name Kelly, much as the Ramones were each named Ramone, but instead of calling themselves The Kellys, they’re The Kellies. They don’t care about spelling, grammar, or context: These grrrls just wanna have fun. Sorry about that. I know that was cliché. I bet it’s been used in dozens of reviews of the band, too. But it’s true.
And perhaps the best part of the album are the instrumentals. Don’t skip them or miss them. Oh, and they even cover their foremother band, ESG, doing a solid version of Erase You.
I love this record more every time I hear it. Go get it. Now!
For fans of: Early Beastie Boys and Luscious Jackson, Gang of Four, Le Tigre, The Coathangers, M.I.A., ESG.