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The Stools: Feelin' Fine 7"
Weâre all familiar with Seven Minutes in Heaven, right? Itâs some sort of weird kissing game that cinema informs me was played by the cool kids at parties. You know, the sort of normie party you werenât invited to, leaving you to sit at home, listening to the Misfits and scrawling Dead Kennedys logos over any and every available surface. Where are those kids now? Dunno, doing some boring job, I guess. Whatever.
âSeven minutes in heavenâ is also a pretty apt description of the new EP by Detroit punx The Stools - the four songs that make up âFeelinâ Fineâ are over before youâve had chance to blink, but hot damn, theyâre good. They call themselves a âbluesy punk trioâ, and fair enough - like their hometown forebears the MC5, they take the raw tools of rockânâroll and dial up the speed, the intensity and the fury, resulting in a record that commands your attention, your adrenaline and your utter devotion.
Like their 2018 album âQ-Nailsâ, âFeelinâ Fineâ sashays in with a loose-hipped swagger and an audible commitment to getting your feet flying every which way, but this time theyâve had a relatively hi-fi makeover - opener âCanât Feel Goodâ is yer classic show-opener, going from a flurry of chords and cymbal wash into an ear-catching riff and bone-crunching rhythm section. Like Xâs âLos Angelesâ as played by speed-addled 20-stone wrestlers, it mesmerises as much as it pulverises, while the joyously dumb âRockpileâ might well be the most aggressive tribute to Nick Loweâs old band. Or maybe not; itâs hard to make out the lyrics while Iâm bouncing off the walls. Punkest use of slide guitar since The Gun Club? Sure, why not? It slays, I can tell you that much. All you really need to know is that The Stools rule, and you need this record.
Will Fitzpatrick
âSeven minutes in heavenâ is also a pretty apt description of the new EP by Detroit punx The Stools - the four songs that make up âFeelinâ Fineâ are over before youâve had chance to blink, but hot damn, theyâre good. They call themselves a âbluesy punk trioâ, and fair enough - like their hometown forebears the MC5, they take the raw tools of rockânâroll and dial up the speed, the intensity and the fury, resulting in a record that commands your attention, your adrenaline and your utter devotion.
Like their 2018 album âQ-Nailsâ, âFeelinâ Fineâ sashays in with a loose-hipped swagger and an audible commitment to getting your feet flying every which way, but this time theyâve had a relatively hi-fi makeover - opener âCanât Feel Goodâ is yer classic show-opener, going from a flurry of chords and cymbal wash into an ear-catching riff and bone-crunching rhythm section. Like Xâs âLos Angelesâ as played by speed-addled 20-stone wrestlers, it mesmerises as much as it pulverises, while the joyously dumb âRockpileâ might well be the most aggressive tribute to Nick Loweâs old band. Or maybe not; itâs hard to make out the lyrics while Iâm bouncing off the walls. Punkest use of slide guitar since The Gun Club? Sure, why not? It slays, I can tell you that much. All you really need to know is that The Stools rule, and you need this record.
Will Fitzpatrick
Weâre all familiar with Seven Minutes in Heaven, right? Itâs some sort of weird kissing game that cinema informs me was played by the cool kids at parties. You know, the sort of normie party you werenât invited to, leaving you to sit at home, listening to the Misfits and scrawling Dead Kennedys logos over any and every available surface. Where are those kids now? Dunno, doing some boring job, I guess. Whatever.
âSeven minutes in heavenâ is also a pretty apt description of the new EP by Detroit punx The Stools - the four songs that make up âFeelinâ Fineâ are over before youâve had chance to blink, but hot damn, theyâre good. They call themselves a âbluesy punk trioâ, and fair enough - like their hometown forebears the MC5, they take the raw tools of rockânâroll and dial up the speed, the intensity and the fury, resulting in a record that commands your attention, your adrenaline and your utter devotion.
Like their 2018 album âQ-Nailsâ, âFeelinâ Fineâ sashays in with a loose-hipped swagger and an audible commitment to getting your feet flying every which way, but this time theyâve had a relatively hi-fi makeover - opener âCanât Feel Goodâ is yer classic show-opener, going from a flurry of chords and cymbal wash into an ear-catching riff and bone-crunching rhythm section. Like Xâs âLos Angelesâ as played by speed-addled 20-stone wrestlers, it mesmerises as much as it pulverises, while the joyously dumb âRockpileâ might well be the most aggressive tribute to Nick Loweâs old band. Or maybe not; itâs hard to make out the lyrics while Iâm bouncing off the walls. Punkest use of slide guitar since The Gun Club? Sure, why not? It slays, I can tell you that much. All you really need to know is that The Stools rule, and you need this record.
Will Fitzpatrick
âSeven minutes in heavenâ is also a pretty apt description of the new EP by Detroit punx The Stools - the four songs that make up âFeelinâ Fineâ are over before youâve had chance to blink, but hot damn, theyâre good. They call themselves a âbluesy punk trioâ, and fair enough - like their hometown forebears the MC5, they take the raw tools of rockânâroll and dial up the speed, the intensity and the fury, resulting in a record that commands your attention, your adrenaline and your utter devotion.
Like their 2018 album âQ-Nailsâ, âFeelinâ Fineâ sashays in with a loose-hipped swagger and an audible commitment to getting your feet flying every which way, but this time theyâve had a relatively hi-fi makeover - opener âCanât Feel Goodâ is yer classic show-opener, going from a flurry of chords and cymbal wash into an ear-catching riff and bone-crunching rhythm section. Like Xâs âLos Angelesâ as played by speed-addled 20-stone wrestlers, it mesmerises as much as it pulverises, while the joyously dumb âRockpileâ might well be the most aggressive tribute to Nick Loweâs old band. Or maybe not; itâs hard to make out the lyrics while Iâm bouncing off the walls. Punkest use of slide guitar since The Gun Club? Sure, why not? It slays, I can tell you that much. All you really need to know is that The Stools rule, and you need this record.
Will Fitzpatrick
$1,500.00
The Stools: Feelin' Fine 7"â
$1,500.00
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Weâre all familiar with Seven Minutes in Heaven, right? Itâs some sort of weird kissing game that cinema informs me was played by the cool kids at parties. You know, the sort of normie party you werenât invited to, leaving you to sit at home, listening to the Misfits and scrawling Dead Kennedys logos over any and every available surface. Where are those kids now? Dunno, doing some boring job, I guess. Whatever.
âSeven minutes in heavenâ is also a pretty apt description of the new EP by Detroit punx The Stools - the four songs that make up âFeelinâ Fineâ are over before youâve had chance to blink, but hot damn, theyâre good. They call themselves a âbluesy punk trioâ, and fair enough - like their hometown forebears the MC5, they take the raw tools of rockânâroll and dial up the speed, the intensity and the fury, resulting in a record that commands your attention, your adrenaline and your utter devotion.
Like their 2018 album âQ-Nailsâ, âFeelinâ Fineâ sashays in with a loose-hipped swagger and an audible commitment to getting your feet flying every which way, but this time theyâve had a relatively hi-fi makeover - opener âCanât Feel Goodâ is yer classic show-opener, going from a flurry of chords and cymbal wash into an ear-catching riff and bone-crunching rhythm section. Like Xâs âLos Angelesâ as played by speed-addled 20-stone wrestlers, it mesmerises as much as it pulverises, while the joyously dumb âRockpileâ might well be the most aggressive tribute to Nick Loweâs old band. Or maybe not; itâs hard to make out the lyrics while Iâm bouncing off the walls. Punkest use of slide guitar since The Gun Club? Sure, why not? It slays, I can tell you that much. All you really need to know is that The Stools rule, and you need this record.
Will Fitzpatrick
âSeven minutes in heavenâ is also a pretty apt description of the new EP by Detroit punx The Stools - the four songs that make up âFeelinâ Fineâ are over before youâve had chance to blink, but hot damn, theyâre good. They call themselves a âbluesy punk trioâ, and fair enough - like their hometown forebears the MC5, they take the raw tools of rockânâroll and dial up the speed, the intensity and the fury, resulting in a record that commands your attention, your adrenaline and your utter devotion.
Like their 2018 album âQ-Nailsâ, âFeelinâ Fineâ sashays in with a loose-hipped swagger and an audible commitment to getting your feet flying every which way, but this time theyâve had a relatively hi-fi makeover - opener âCanât Feel Goodâ is yer classic show-opener, going from a flurry of chords and cymbal wash into an ear-catching riff and bone-crunching rhythm section. Like Xâs âLos Angelesâ as played by speed-addled 20-stone wrestlers, it mesmerises as much as it pulverises, while the joyously dumb âRockpileâ might well be the most aggressive tribute to Nick Loweâs old band. Or maybe not; itâs hard to make out the lyrics while Iâm bouncing off the walls. Punkest use of slide guitar since The Gun Club? Sure, why not? It slays, I can tell you that much. All you really need to know is that The Stools rule, and you need this record.
Will Fitzpatrick












