15 Songs, 45 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

On their 2003 debut, Les Trois Accords deliver oodles of witty pop-punk. Like an unhurried Blink-182, the Québécois quartet oscillate between catchy melodies and raw, snarling guitars. They’re distinguished less by their sound than their surrealistic attitude: A guy clings to a wind-blown treetop in the title track, a woman (literally) flashes piercing eyes in "Lucille," and a returning cattle herder gets an unpleasant surprise in the country-rocking "Saskatchewan." But their riffs never fail to do justice to their wit.

EDITORS’ NOTES

On their 2003 debut, Les Trois Accords deliver oodles of witty pop-punk. Like an unhurried Blink-182, the Québécois quartet oscillate between catchy melodies and raw, snarling guitars. They’re distinguished less by their sound than their surrealistic attitude: A guy clings to a wind-blown treetop in the title track, a woman (literally) flashes piercing eyes in "Lucille," and a returning cattle herder gets an unpleasant surprise in the country-rocking "Saskatchewan." But their riffs never fail to do justice to their wit.

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