Released a year after Human Exploration, the album that established the brand of the American quartet, All Of Them Naturals takes us back to where Uranium Club last left us: punk with wry humour, guitar tones that destroy everything in their path, and a precise, even surgical performance. The production is slightly refined; the sound is a little less saturated than on its predecessor, and you can even hear a few synth lines. All Of Them Naturals certainly doesn’t reinvent the wheel — it sometimes reminds of Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! — but it displays efficiency rarely equalled during the decade.
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