Why I Decree it to Be So:
Ah, the happiness that a good, dirty rock & roll record can bring. Chicago's Filligar just so happen to have made such a good, dirty rock & roll record, The Nerve, and oh my sweet mercy is it a doozy. It's a rollicking, foxy romp, taking cues from the modern bluesy juggernaut of LET faves The Black Keys, the sexy lasciviousness of vintage Mott The Hoople, a smidge of that nouveau Southern rock a la The Black Crowes, and plenty of late, late nights in smoky, filthy, trouble-filled dives. The Nerve comes off as a ballsy, bluesy firecracker of a record. Throw it on for yourself, and just try not to fall prey to that appealingly predatory sonic swagger.