Actually, there is nothing here that you'll be hearing for the first time, provided that you haven't been spelunking for the last three decades or so. Big Midnight might have been living in a cave themselves for all that time, actually, because in spite of the retro-wave that the fashionably tousled-haired gents rode in on, and even ignoring that as the Richmond Sluts, they explored the glam-slam-thank-you-ma'am side of punk, Everything for the First Time could have as easily came out in 1973 as it did in 2003.
Call 'em "the Rolling Stooges" and the band will have to plead guilty, as Big Midnight combines the nihilism of Iggy Pop ("Love for Sin" could have been a Bowie or Reed side written specifically with Ig in mind) with the bloozey, boozy swagger of Keith Richards' crew.
The songs remain the same, but what sets the band's debut apart from its many garage-rocking peers is not what it is, but what it is not: The disc reeks of attitude, but none of it is of the punk variety that was all the rage when it was released. That may not sound like a good thing, but debauchery for the sake of debauchery is boring, and good songs never go out of style. Big Midnight is calculating enough to eschew the former and smart enough to load its debut with the latter.