Life is a comic book, a self-painted one. No matter what the others think of us, we do what we're funny about. That's the motto of The Beets and their third album is all under this one. The sympathetic thing about the New York combo is that it does not rely on snotty provocation, but on a carefree display of its otherness. But now The Beets are not that different. The thirteen songs they recorded mostly on the acoustic guitar. Women and men sing in addition and give the impression that they are girls and boys. The loose melodies, which somehow all seem to be familiar to you, get stuck in your ear, whether you like it or not. Some sounds like they were taken just before the invention of psychedelia. You can tell there's something in the air. Other things seem to have been played in shortly after the invention of Britpop. You can tell there was something in the air. With only 27 minutes playing time, "Let The Poison Out" offers no room for frills. But there's no need for that either.
Top Track: Without You