All that testosterone brewing around in teenage manhood—if you thought Jim Morrison had it and you’ve been anxiously awaiting its return, look no further than Frigg A-Go-Go. Hailing from Lafayette, Louisiana (Lafayette? I would have thought Los Angeles, or even New York), these boys tear it up. Lead singer Ronnie Ramada has the growl, the anger and the sense of effortless fun which I haven’t heard in rock for a long while. Look out for the interlace of organ leads with Ramada’s vocals—it’s hard to shake the image of a dance of engine pistons: forced apart yet coming back together with each revolution.

I haven’t seen these people live yet, but I’ve seen their posters all around Frenchmen Street. If their live show is as good as this CD, I won’t be ignoring those posters the second time around. If you’ve been waiting for the right rock band to yank you away from the Louisiana jazz/funk/blues scene, Frigg A-Go-Go might be the key to your lock, the rock that stops all thoughts of smoky jazz and brings your music collection back to its passionate high-school roots.