Starting out with Nilsson's Gotta Get Up shows the listener what to expect: quirky pop with all the usual. In this case, that's a good thing. The Logs travel back to the golden age of radio pop, the days when the Kinks, Raspberries, Who, and countless Brit exports and American hopefuls were playing basic four chord tunes invested with enough personality and verve to survive the ravages of time and persist into the scarred 2000s, providing tired ears and frazzled nerves with a refreshing dip in less troubled times and waters. This band varies in its professionalism but pens snappy lyrics sung by a not-always-snappy voice rescued by an frequently audacious guitar and caveman rhythms relieving the listener of overmuch brain activity. I've never given two shits about such clown acts as the Ramones and Beck but will happily take this and elder groups like The Trouble With Larry very readily in lieu. The Logs are loaded down with great ideas frequently wringing a broad smile, but they lack comprehensive production and engineering. Why they're playing with two drummers in a four man group is completely baffling but when you lay an ear to the bagpipes and bizarre poetry of Don't Come to Maryland, it's hard to be too picky. Like Ween, Primus, Presidents of the USA, maybe even Barenaked Ladies, this ensemble is highly amusing, ambitious, and sure as hell doesn't take itself too seriously. I do hope they make it because a really good producer would turn them into another great comedy-rock group…but…exactly what kind of logs are they in the mainstream anyway?
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