Mannequin Men are a quintessential Chicago band, operating without an agenda for nearly ten years. Their brand of no-attitude garage rock is gritty, loose, and pulls no punches. After almost a decade in action, they're still going strong. Propelled by an intense camaraderie that binds the members together, Mannequin Men brought their brand of working class anthems to the Viaduct Theater in Chicago. Luckily, we were there to catch their set.
All of the members of Mannequin Men participate in the daily grind. This has a definite impact on their sound. A working class hero may be something to be, but a working class band is a whole other level. In their music, you can hear traces of the same throat-shredding snarl that propelled the early Clash and Who records, but they also fit in nicely with a lineage of no-frills garage left by the Oblivians and Thee Headcoats.
A mid-western perspective ensures that they're in it for the long haul. This isn’t a flash-in-the-pan band tailored to the 24/7 blogosphere machine. Th eir humorous, self-conscious lyrics convey a mature complexity that has rightly earned them comparisons to those godfathers of mid-western work-a-day rock, the Replacements.
The Mannequin Men were curated for uncapped by Atlanta’s Black Lips, another master of the ramshackle essentials of timeless rock ‘n’ roll. Mannequin Men, along with fellow travelers like Puerto Rico’s Davilia 666 and the Bay Area’s Thee Oh Sees, make it safe to say that the celebratory, rebellious fire that has always fueled rock ‘n’ roll is not in any danger of being extinguished.
Kevin Richard, Seth Bohn, Ethan D'ercole, Rick Berger