The New Trocaderos – Frenzy in the Hips EP (2015)

Just when you thought rock and roll has once and for all slipped into retirement, along comes the New Trocaderos to restore the faith.

Founded late 2013, the New England trio features Brad Marino and Geoff Palmer, who both made a memorable mark in the Connection, and Kurt Baker of the Kurt Baker Band. Copping the consciousness of groups like the Swamp Rats, the Sonics, the Swinging Neckbreakers, and the Stray Cats, then pumping their own exciting doodles into the vortex, the New Trocaderos offer a feisty fusion of garage punk, power pop, and rockabilly that reaches deep into the heart and groin.

A six-track EP, Frenzy in the Hips (Uncle Mike’s RnR) entails material from the band’s previous two EPs, The New Trocaderos and Kick Your Ass, as well a new song, “Luckiest Man in the World,” which is distributed through Kool Kat Musik.

Brash, bold, and bratty vocals, unified with larger than life harmonies and a tough and tight rhythm section represent the sound and vibe of songs such as “Money Talks,” “Brain Gone Dead,” and “The Luckiest Man in the World” to awestruck applause. Handclaps, jangling tambourines, and snapping hooks also color the material, and then there’s “Real Gone Kitty,” an equally boss rocker flecked with boogie-based piano fills.

For good reason, a pair of cuts on Frenzy in the Hips have been endorsed by Little Steven’s Underground Garage as two of the coolest songs in the world. Buzzing with the band’s characteristic ear-candy commotion, “The Kids” serves as an astute ode to being young and digging rock and roll, while “Dream Girl” is a melody-minted mid-paced garage pop sentiment that brings to mind those cherished obscurities heard on Pebbles and Nuggets albums.

Hot and hungry, Frenzy in the Hips not only continually reveals how much the New Trocaderos love genuine rock and roll, but illustrates how right on their adaptation and delivery of the music is. I can’t get enough of this killer record, and I’m sure you’ll say the same thing after plugging into its rousing charms.

Beverly Paterson

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