Ten years might seem too little time to be talking about a scene revival, much less a city-focused one, but with Gwylo the Lot Six capture a lot of different strands of San Diego's brilliant early-'90s ferment. That may seem all the more odd given that the band is actually from Boston, but with Gwylo's nine songs, the quintet often captures the touches of such acts as Drive Like Jehu (fierce, screaming power) and Trumans Water (odd tempo changes, a healthy but not overbearing quirkiness). It's not all that's in the brew, to be sure, but for listeners who remember emo as meaning more than angst-ridden ninth-grade weeping about not being asked out for the prom, Gwylo will come as a welcome relief in a world of Dashboard Confessionals. More than a couple of songs have elements in them perfectly welcome for the black-sweater crowd, but something a little more involved is suggested in the way that "Styler/Stylee" punctuates its yearning verses with some righteously loud noise, or the way that the "Dazed and Confused"-reminiscent "The Tiny Tin" sounds honestly creeped out and haunted. As for sheer epic slam with outraged, nervous vocals straight up, "This Is Entertainment" will be manna from heaven for those who have worn through their copies -- even the CD versions -- of Yank Crime. In particular, "I'm Into It" just shudders with barely controllable energy, wound and wired so tight (yet with just enough hip-swinging abandon to really connect on all levels) that it only needs a minute and 20 seconds to make its point. Tweaks and twists in the overall presentation don't hurt; consider the hollow, music-box-gone-wrong waltz of "Coincidence Reprise" (complete with trumpet!) or the wonderful Ronettes-via-Jesus & Mary Chain-quoting bit of semi-surf/Spanish horns instrumental fun, "Last Flight of the Spruce Goose."
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