Reviewed by John Moriarty

American culture is born from the amalgamation of all other foreign influences. With this in mind, it may provoke a sense of insecurity when we consider nothing we claim as our own as truly ours. We are the world’s soul bootleggers, the hood DVD salespeople of other nations’ histories. So when there’s a rare occurrence where artists from another country want to show veneration for a cultural construct that was actually actually cultivated here within the states, it may initially be perceived as a form of mockery. Such was my initial experience listening to the Fadeaways, a garage rock trio from Japan.

Upon the first time i listened to their mailed-in vinyl, I thought these guys were clowning on us. Damn, I thought, these guys sound a lot like the Kinks. Maybe the Hives? This is eerily..familiar. Wait, are they fucking with us? Is this what they think we sound like? What the fuck are they even saying? Admittedly, the day I chose to listen to these guys I was coming off from an eight hour shift working with children in the blistering heat, so it’s fair to say I was a little cagey. Yet something interesting happened when I let the record spin a second time. I started to immerse myself in their music.

Their sound carries the same apathetic droll you would naturally associate with many of the bands’ obvious influences. The singing is appropriately both nasal and lazy, but they’re a bit hard to comprehend, because the lyrics are sung in laughably broken English. Even with that being said, the vocals are awesome. The instruments are loud, shrill, bass-heavy and full of static `. There’s an undeniable beachy feel to these guys’ aesthetic. It’s simple, dirty fun from these guys.

Disarming my initial resistance to these folks left me satisfied and rewarded. You can check this badass trio out through their Facebook page. Forget burning out: Fadeaway (see what I did there?).

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