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| Billboard |
 If you feel the specter of the Doors in parts of the (International) Noise Conspiracy's fourth album, you're not having a flashback. The politically conscious Swedish quartet recorded "Calling" at Sunset Sound in Hollywood, where Jim Morrison and company did most of their landmark work. T(I)NC were only too happy to slip a very familiar-sounding keyboard solo into "Child of God" and end the album with a nod to the Doors' epic "When the Music's Over." But the ghosts of rock past hardly subsume the set. With Rick Rubin polishing the group's garage rock approach into a sharper aural attack, T(I)NC dishes out such heady anthems as "Assassination of Myself," "I Am the Dynamite" and "Storm the Gates of Beverly Hills"; finds its funk in "Arm Yourself"; and slips into soul mode on "Satan Made the Deal." —Gary Graff...full text |
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| Avclub |
| What could be more shocking from a once-radical group of Marxist punks than an album of bubblegum rock? Under the slick production eye of Rick Rubin, The (International) Noise Conspiracy—a band that once wrote songs with titles like "Capitalism Stole My Virginity" and "Abolish Work"—is now singing of optimism, relationships, and Beverly Hills. The Cross Of My Calling lacks the '60s- and '70s-inspired garage and soul influences—not to mention the DIY feel—that made its early albums engaging, which means that it's best to approach it like a late-'70s Kinks disc: Forget what the band has done in the past, and focus on the product at hand. Sure, "Boredom Of Safety" sounds a bit like an '80s power ballad, but it's also passionate, bittersweet, and catchy. And "Hiroshima Mon Amour" is so laughably, blatantly radio-friendly that it's an easy guilty pleasure. There are unexpected gems hidden here....full text |
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| Popmatters |
When the Garage Rock Class of 2001 took their seats on the first day of school, they were a flashy bunch indeed—a mixed bag of oil spill-slick New Yorkers and blue collar bar thumpers from Detroit, along with those nutty Aussies with the autistic frontman. The Strokes? The White Stripes? The Vines? Present!
Who can blame the teachers and listeners among us for missing those Swedish Marxists in the back row? After all, those prize pupils produced Is This It?, White Blood Cells and Highly Evolved, respectively, during the same year and basked in the radio glow for their efforts. And besides, we already had those Swedes in the matching suits who gave us Veni Vidi Vicious the year before. ...full text |
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