CAUGHT IN THE NET – The Jennys (self released)
At the risk of confusing admiration with psychedelic flavoured garage with homoerotic imagery, a good organ is a wonderful thing. Since Ray Manzarek came to the fore to give some musical credibility to Jim Morrison's poetic rantings, the organ has done wonderful things for rock'n'roll. Obviously there are exceptions – the organ introduction to Procol Harum's Whiter Shade of Pale is as insipid as any moaning harmony from the Eagles.

The Jennys like a good organ too, and they know how to use it. "Caught in the Net" is eight songs in 23 minutes and combines a 1960s garage musical aesthetic with, and a nice surf wash for good measure. Garage-influenced tunes can be a dime a dozen, but The Jennys succeed in grafting a pop-folk feel onto a surf-garage base.

Opening with the foot tappin' "Cohiba" – a compact folkie instrumental with just hint of surf - this CD is well worth a listen. "Behind the Screen Door" suggests Le Hoodoo Gurus doing a Peter, Paul and Mary cover (but not as disconcerting as that may suggest). "Don't Want to Cry" put me in a Stems frame of mind, with sand-ravaged vocals doing everything to suggest kids in a west coast garage.

On "Now I'm Lost", Jane Elliot's organ transcends the mere psychedelic to suggest a tune taken from the soundtrack to Frankie and Annette meet the Creatures from the Black Lagoon. "In this town" could be the New Christs playing acoustically at the Newport Folk Festival.

"Can't You See" is a slower, more emotional angst packed number and, and apart from the occasional guitar ripples, lacks the fun of the rest of the album. "Gone Away" evokes the same lyrical imagery as "You're Going to Miss Me", but without Roy's madness. The final instrumental, "Dial P for Pleasure" is "Pipeline" for folkies living in Fortitude Valley.

This is a good, fun recording. I hope The Jennys can find their way south very soon, and bring their blend of surf and sun to a dark, stinking pub. – Patrick Emery





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