If you stretch your memory far enough, you can probably remember a time when “pop” was still a three-letter word. Before TRL and Ryan Seacrest and teen actresses-turned-singers, pop was actually a legitimate art form.
For the members of Chula Vista, California, band The Power-Chords, it still is. And if it isn’t, that’s your problem. These guys take pride in stuffing 10 pounds of melodies into a 5-pound bag. These guys eat, sleep and breathe pop hooks.
What makes the music of The Power-Chords so striking is the band’s ability to channel the grimy, blood-and-piss-soaked anarchy of ’77-era punk through the solid song structure of influences like the Rolling Stones, the Beatles and the Zombies. The result is something of an anomaly in the punk world – music that sounds as wild and carefree and couldn’t-give-less-of-a-shit as The Queers, but is bound tightly with thought-out chord changes and melody lines so sweet they could give you a cavity.
It’s simple and smart, rebellious while proudly adhering to traditional form. The name “The Power-Chords” couldn’t be more, or less, ironic.