Artist......: Flop
Album.......: Flop & The Fall of the Mopsqueezer!
Source......: CD
Label.......: Frontier
Genre.......: Rock
Tracks......: 16
Bitrate.....: 935 kbps avg
Playtime....: 00:38:41 (278.MB)
Rls date....: 2021-05-01
Store date..: 1992-05-12
Encoder.....: FLAC 1.3.1
Url.........:
01 I Told A Lie 1:54
02 Anne 1:51
03 Glue Factory 2:32
04 Tomato Paste 2:27
05 Entropy 2:28
06 Big Sky 2:20
07 Hello 2:07
08 Ugly Girl Lover 2:17
09 You Would Be Right Excerpt 2:08
10 Zeus My Master 2:28
11 Asthenia 3:43
12 Sister Smile 2:53
13 Parasite 2:10
14 Morton The Venereologist 5:39
15 Circus Freak 1:19
16 B 0:25
More than most outside the city would have realized in the early '90s,
Seattle's music scene was all over the place, as this delightfully brash
and fun debut album shows. Like a more punk-edged Cheap Trick (though
certainly Willoughby can't measure up to Robin Zander's amazing pipes, but
has a good set of his own), Flop takes pop hooks and loud riffs to the
masses with good humor and energetic playing. With production mostly by
Young Fresh Fellows/Fastbacks guru Kurt Bloch, who obviously knew a good
time when he saw it, Mopsqueezer skips from one highlight to the next.
Including the Kinks' "Big Sky" as a cover choice is actually a touch
misleading -- Village Green Preservation Society this isn't, either as a
concept or as quite so mannered a style, though it's still a fine romp
through a solid Ray Davies number that's not out of place. There's as much
metal riffing as melody at play on Mopsqueezer, it's just that the latter
always keeps the former in check. Johnson is the secret weapon of the band,
both a good timekeeper and able to fire in some sly flash here and there
without stealing the show. Check out his steady, solid punch on the heavy
groove of "Morton the Venereologist" or the galloping rhythms on "Ugly Girl
Lover" and "Parasite" (not a Kiss cover). As a guitar team, Willoughby and
Campbell give out all the chunky feedback one could want without sounding
at all like they want to be new Pearl Jam members, even pulling off some
great psych guitar squalls on "Asthenia." Certain Willoughby himself sounds
far too open and cheerful to stereotype, even when some songs can obliquely
address deeper subjects than expected. Certainly most grunge-gloom mongers
wouldn't include the varying speed fragment "You Would Be Right" just for
kicks.