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| Pastemagazine |
 On their self-titled 2007 debut, The Coathangers established themselves as quartet of tough-talking, grunge-smudged Atlanta pop sweethearts with simple demands: “Shut The Fuck Up,” “Don’t Touch My Shit,” “Nestle in My Boobies.” It proved oddly charming at the time, but already feels a bit tired on LP number two. Run through with kitschy soundbites from retro sci-fi flicks and news broadcasts, a few tracks expand the band’s musical palate (“Sonic You” is their first downright lovely tune) but the rest sink into a predictable groove of dumpy bass-lines and puckish drum fills, and mining far less satisfyingly sassy lyrical territory than the band’s debut. Indeed, the fiercest jabs Scramble musters are at noisy upstairs neighbors (“Stop Stomp Stompin’”) and joint pain (“Arthritis Sux”), lending a weirdly geriatric vibe to the would-be rough-and-tumble proceedings. Kids these days—they grow up so fast!...full text |
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| Pitchfork |
If the only good reason to overturn apple carts is for the fun of it, how 'bout them apples? Like Athens' Pylon before them, all-grrl Atlanta quartet the Coathangers are making sure the revolution will not be such a drag. On a rough 'n' rowdy self-titled 2007 debut via local label Rob's House Records, they swapped "Suck My Left One" for "Nestle in My Boobies", "Oh Bondage, Up Yours!" for "Shut the Fuck Up", hating Margaret Thatcher for sympathizing with "Tonya Harding". Word is their ramshackle live shows-- alongside the likes of Deerhunter, Black Lips, Jay Reatard, and, next month, Calvin Johnson-- have included loogies and My Little Pony. Cue the premature backlash.
The Coathangers keep the back-alley post-punk party going strong on a scratchy, shrieky, foul-mouthed sophomore album, Scramble, their first for Seattle-based Suicide Squeeze. The call-and-response vocals-- split between guitarist Julia Kugel, drummer Stephanie Luke, keyboard player Candice Jones, and Meredith Franco on bass-- are shrill. The politics aren't, even though technically everything-- from their beyond Fucked Up name to their overall fuck-you we're-not-the-Donnas stance-- is kind of political. Nope, the Coathangers aren't ones to let good intentions stand in for a good time....full text |
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| Austinchronicle |
| Since the bubbly hiss of their eponymous 2007 debut, Atlanta punk foursome the Coathangers have found confidence in dissonance. On sophomore LP Scramble, they do just that, guitarist Julia Kugel's yelp, bassist Meredith Franco's screech, and drummer Stephanie Luke's growl meshing like a drunken 2am bar conversation from song to song. The group screams of "Arthritis Sux" and "Gettin' Mad and Pumpin' Iron" show their feral chemistry, but there's diversity beyond three chords. See the story of album standout "Stop Stomp Stompin'" unfold from the first line ("I don't need an alarm clock, 'cause I got yo' feet"), Candice Jones' synth pushing the agitation. The sublime "143" is girl-group glee meets awkward 1990s basement party, with hints of Georgian mamas and papas the B-52s on "Cheap Cheap." The 15-song album feels a few tracks too long, but its quotidian WTF?-ness is quite attractive....full text |
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