The Clutters

Don’t Believe a Word (Chicken Ranch)

If Nashville, Tenn., is the new Omaha, Neb., and incredibly enough, that’s exactly what several scene-spotters have begun suggesting, it’s not just because of Kings of Leon and Be Your Own Pet. The Clutters might not turn up on quite as many blogs, but whoever doesn’t turn up second album Don’t Believe a Word is a fool. Sixties garage rock through a Sub Pop-ish lens, this 12-song, 33-minute burst of riffs, Farfisa, and attitude glams up brazen 2005 debut T&C and finds some pretty nifty pop songs like “Awww C’mon” and “Surrender” (a spiritual cousin to Cheap Trick’s) beneath all the feedback. Rave-ups “Rockaway,” “Radio,” “Temperature,” and “Let It Roll,” ought to be anointed Little Steven’s Coolest Song in the World This Week, and the rest of Don’t Believe makes it possible, for once, to believe Nashville really might be Music City. (The Clutters toast Cinco de Mohawk, May 5.)

***.5

This article appears in April 27 • 2007.

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