
Blasting out of Central Valley California’s Fresno, Radagun goes after coveted Garbage territory and quickly carves out its own space on the lawn next door. With their first release, they show up with a ‘80’s and 90’s pop/rock vibe that owes a lot to their predecessors without ever sacrificing an ounce of energy or fun.

“It Never Ends” goes straight to the heart of the matter: its boy and girl and girl and boy and we’re all in our teens again and the world can turn on a heartbeat or choice phrase at a party. From the fast riffing under Aimee’s vocals to the great rocking breakdown and solo, this is a band that hasn’t forgotten the lessons of the past: they’re a rock/pop band, not a pop/rock band. The guitars and drums add the tooth to Aimee’s declarations of love, lust and boredom. You walk out singing the choruses as if you had heard the song a hundred times.
“Not the One” should become an underground college anthem: You’re just too nice you drive me crazy not in a good way/ you make me laugh but just at you not in a bad way/ stop buying me things that I don’t want/ stop trying to be something you’re not/ we’re just good friends/ get it through your head/ get it through your head.
Ouch. I’ve been married for over 10 years and I think that I just got bitch slapped by half my college girlfriends again.

Shirley Manson and Butch Vig should be proud to have such smart and tuneful successors in bands like Radagun. With the electronic pulse to open “Scary Night” Aimee confronts all the rock and roll bullshit and media head on, all while admitting that its not easy or as simple as it seems. Copy me/ copy me/ I’m everything you want to be/ I’m everything you want to be/ but I change my mind /you still agree.
“From Now” is the delightful break eight tracks into the album when you start to think that power pop is all that they can do. With a faux-symphonic track behind Aimee’s delicate vocals she details a life in increments of 10 days, 10 months, 10 years. A sharply written and delightfully sung little song whose great, great grandfather was on the second side of Sgt. Peppers.
“Panic” closes out the album with an adrenaline rush of rock and kicks out the jams on the drums, without losing its chorus to frenzy. For a self described “joke band” that Aimee talks about in the liner notes, they’re tight and focused on this first album, with a perchance for a great chorus and melodic hook. Next time you’re in, well, Fresno, look ‘em up. Or better yet, maybe they’ll come to you.
--Fearless Rock Iguana
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