IX. The premier RADIO CONTROL record sounds like they recorded K. Control’s drums in an unused hanger at Logan Airport. Lookeehere, you pimply rock and roll adolescents, this is how it’s done: write a song with a dirty guitar line, ride the fuck out of the floor tom, and start screaming WE DRINK WE DRINK WE DRINK TO WE DIE. All you metal kids from the South Shore, all you punks from CT, all you Kid Rock cover bands from New Hampshire, listen up: YOU AINT HEAVY. You aint heavy cause YOU AINT HONEST. The Control is heavy because the CONTROL is HONEST. And by honest I mean to say this: they don’t give a damn what people think. They just play.

I must say I find myself wandering around muttering Keep that Shit in Somerville to strangers—it works especially well on people from Brockton. In addition to writing hit songs about crashing bikes in the city of Boston, K.Control and M.Radio drink Narragansett in Medford when they’re not lobbying Mayor McGlynn or Mayor Curtatone. The topics of their official conversations include the mysterious life of the Indoor/Outdoor cat, Net Neutrality, and that strange, greenish layer of film on the surface of the Mystic River.