Here's a band that might become legend simply because it is an anomaly.

From the label that reissued the albums of disco saint Arthur Russell and from a New York underground picked apart by major labels -- but still thriving -- it's the meta-marketable psychiatric pop of Tralala.

At the face of it, four girls singing, three guys playing pop rock, it sounds like a marketing ploy. Recorded with precision, what is heard sounds power-pop hot, potted up and tracked to the limit. But there's some trickery here. For one, the whole plan is clearly intentional and those involved are making their entry with this. So what do they say? Musically it gets pretty raucous.

Like the opening track, which sounds more like the chant at a riot than a come on:

Tra La La - "All Fired Up"

The lyrical twists keep coming in

Tra La La - "No Pain No Pain"

Yet the cleverest cut has classy, syncopated beachbum harmonics and a killer self-loathing twist in the joyous chorus:

Tra La La - "The Girls Say"

There's tons of other kicks on the CD, but imagine seeing this live and the item becomes another thing altogether: an invitation to rebellious NYC-party music, designed to be debaucherous against all odds. But while it keeps you carousing all night, lyrically, it has you in therapy.

The desperate abandon of pop-punk gluttony with a twist.

Turn it up.


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