More authentic, and less apologetic than John Spencer, the Peter Aaron-led Chrome Cranks shine out with this album. Shine out, of course, is a relative word, especially considering this outfit's insistence on deadpan, sunglasses-in-all-weather nonchalance. Nonetheless, Love in Exile is a high watermark of the band's career. From the off-kilter, pulse-like minute or so of kick drum that cuts directly into the opener, this album revels in its sleazy, dirty excesses as much as its bare-boned, warts-and-all, lo-fi strutting. Sure, half of it is hipper-than-thou New York posturing, but the Cranks sure do it well, from quiet, lounge-like creepers to blues laments to Scientists-styled garage romps. At just under 40 minutes, Love in Exile was the band's most ambitious album in length and possibly in content; although irrespective of the album, the band always hewed to what it did best -- simple, dirty, scum rock.
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AllMusic Review by Patrick Kennedy