TEE PEES, THEE:
“Budget Rock” is a bit of a dicey affair, both for the listener and those who take it on as their style de guerre. So many things can go horribly wrong—sound is either too fucked up/too clean, tunes are too simple/too complicated, dude I could go on all day with this—that it almost seems folly to even try it anymore. Sadly, way too many think that they’re the ones to try to grab the brass ring and earn a place with the likes of Supercharger, The Mummies, The Fingers, and so on. While they don’t quite reach such depths, Thee Tee Pees manage to come pretty danged close to the sweet spot for this stuff. As can be expected, they sound like shit (though not quite shitty enough, ‘cause I can still identify the thump-thump-thump as drums. Ding! One point deducted), the performance meets the requisite rudimentary requirements of the genre and they manage to convey the proper self-deprecating, “Yeah, we suck and we really don’t give a fuck if you like us or not” attitude in thought and deed. All told, they come out on top here, and with “Do the Smog,” they’ve also created a new anthem for those budget rockers who look up at the grey skies of Southern California and think, “Ahh, home.” Will it change your life? Fat chance, but it’ll keep you entertained while you wait for your turn to sell your soul to a job and have a buncha kids you can’t afford.