Perennial may be the only punk trio with an organist instead of a bassist. You could call what they do — “Motown-via-Dischord,” their promotional material accurately christens it, with a third ingredient of ‘60s mod chic — a gimmick, except it’s too undeniable: Perennial fucking rock. You’ll know this from the moment their new album, Modernism, kicks in. A very quick feedback squall; a very quick intro riff (no time is ever wasted on a Perennial song); then the whole band, with a cocky, amped-up, swaggering riff. It’s instant electricity, pure adrenaline.
The ingredients for each song are straightforward and no-nonsense: an elastic, mod-rock riff smothered in pugilistic distortion; snare drum hits that may as well be gunshots; organ…

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