TOWNSHIP ONE MORE SUMMER
The boys are back in town. Even if the autumn timing of this beloved Boston band’s return doesn’t exactly herald the hot blood of another sticky summer, Township’s first album in three years sounds like a bong-shaped time capsule. It’s not merely the pursuit or souvenir of one magical season (as the album’s gorgeously wistful title track suggests), but all of them.
Few local rock outfits in memory (Township guitarist Alex Necochea’s other band, Bang Camaro, being among the exceptions) so perfectly plumb the shaggy-haired, and shag-carpeted, terrain of ’70s-era hard rock without it coming across like snark or shtick.
