Baranek plays fuzzy guitar melodies under lyrics like "Well, I just got robbed on the way out the door" ("I Just Got Robbed") as Bobby Emmett holds down the low end with a piano bass and Hammon organ, and Mike Trombley bangs the hell out of his drum kit. You'd never guess these guys are from Detroit. This is what music critics talk about when we talk about reinvention: You take the wilting lettuce and somehow make it crisp again. Maybe I have music like this subconsciously embedded in my brain--I was, after all, born in the '70s--because hooks like these, especially when they're played on an organ and a guitar, with hand claps, trigger a sublime feeling of satisfaction and security.
The Republicans can take their duct tape and gas masks--I'm fighting terrorism with rock and roll, and The Sights are my first line of defense. Play "Scratch My Name in Sin" through a loudspeaker, and even Timothy McVeigh would have a reawakening.
