Super Snõõper
Post-punk prop band echoes of The Mutants
A keyboard made of meat
Jack White and Henry Rollins both dig it
At some point on every great punk album, the listener should feel like they are about to go over Niagara Falls in a wooden barrel. On Snooper’s Super Snooper, out on Third Man Records, the Nashville band’s tremendous debut record, the first time this moment comes is at the end of “Xerox.” Singer Blair Tramel has been talking about somebody who has nothing to say and won’t shut up. “You're home grown, human clone,” she says. “You can delete, repeat, delete, repeat, talk, talk, talk, talk!” That’s when Connor Cummins comes in on guitar, an explosive riff with the slightest bit of twang. It’s a shock to hear the song getting even faster than it was before, which was already pretty fast. And before you know it, you’re already in the next song, “Fruit Fly.” That’s when you’re going over the Falls. It was almost scrapped, Cummins tells me over Zoom from the duo’s home in Nashville (they’re a couple). “I really liked the intensity of it, but I wasn’t sure it was special. And Blair’s like, …