Luke Spiller & The Struts: Making Travel Back to 1978 Fun Again!
One simple video by the band grabbed me...and, I didn't even care if they were called "alt," "indie," or whatever! Genres/schmenres! They're anachronistic...THAT's what grabbed me! My money? On them!
The dictionary defines “anachronism” as “a thing belonging or appropriate to a period other than that in which it exists, especially a thing that is conspicuously old-fashioned.”
Don’t be offended by that last phrase, Struts…that’s your best quality. I sense you wear it proudly! You’d better. It suits you.

No Eric Carmen Bouffant Here, Thankyouverymuch!
Imagine a bastard child of The Black Crowes and Faces. How ‘bout Aerosmith taking Raspberries out behind Dingwalls or Max’s, roughing ‘em up a bit, and forcing them to not wear matching white suits? You might get The Struts, the best 21st-century band that proudly—and delightfully unselfconsciously—wears a 20th-century pedigree.
They’re brash, but endearing; bratty, but still scruffy-cute enough to bring home to mama; in fact, they’ve got what it takes to bring back fan clubs and Tiger Beat!
They’re far more than just a bar band place-holder with warmed-over Chuck Berry riffs. They’re the rag-tag, Stones-whelped proper rockers you’d want them to be…but (and, this is their big but), they’ve got what Mick and company’s street-fightin’ men dared not tout: A glorious and glaring pop sensibility:
Ringing guitars, multi-part harmonies, and chord patterns that make you sit up and take notice….in case their tousled, cheeky mop-tops that would’ve made Gloria Stavers pop lady-wood, hadn’t already.

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