Adult., Resuscitation

When I first heard that the new band that all the kids were talking about was named Adult, I nearly dropped my knitting. "What sort of a name is that?", I asked myself. The word "adult" doesn't spell F-U-N (which I prefer to spell "S-O-C-K-H-O-P", anyway), it spells R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-I-L-I-T-Y, M-O-R-T-G-A-G-E, and S-E-N-S-I-B-L-E-F-O-O-T-W-E-A-R, thank you very much. Things sure have changed since my friends and I had Bay City Rollers parties and drank soda all night, I thought. And, boy, when I heard that Adult like to spell their name with a period at the end ("Adult."), well, that was it. Maybe today's kids just grow up too fast, I thought. Maybe nobody wants to have fun anymore, no matter how they spell it, no matter how many times Wang Chung tell them to do so tonight.

Well, boy-howdy, after that grim thought I sure was relieved when I gave Adult.'s first LP, "Resuscitation" a spin. This record's a party in a can! Or should I say, a party in a disc! Proving that electronic music is no mere fad and is here to stay, Adult(.!) rock just as hard as any old fashioned guitar band on songs like "New Object" and "Pressure Suit". "Side-Swiped" and "Contagious" are more introspective. And if "Your Lies" and "Hand To Phone" don't get your tush off the couch and onto the dancefloor, well then I don't know what will. So roll over, Bay City, and tell Abba the news, because Adult. are here to show you that there's more than one way to have F-U-N!

-Bruce's Aunt Terri

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