The Goops' sophomore release, Lucky, packs 12 tracks into 35 minutes, adhering to the punk formula of play fast, play hard, play the next song. Eleanor Whitledge does her best Debbie Harry impersonation while spouting ear-catching, occasionally vulgar, boy-crazy lyrics against a backdrop of three-chord grinding guitars. Despite the "did she really just say that?" lyrics, the album falls into a rut of heavy bar rock mediocrity that never really gives the listener enough breadth to hold on to. The one exception is "One Kiss Left," a well-crafted marriage of head-bobbing raw energy and throaty vocals. The album ends with a meandering spoken word-type piece, "Cut the Rug," that kills any sort of vibe that was created by the first 11 songs.
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AllMusic Review by Erik Crawford