From Amazon.co.uk
On the cover of
I Get Wet, Andrew WK appears as the quintessential New York City rock & roll star: an iconic, bloody-nosed Neanderthal with a mop of greasy hair plastered over his face. At first glance, you'd swear he was the star of some new ad campaign, dabbling in metal's aesthetics for some ironic thrill. But then, you notice that look of steely determination in WK's eyes. And then you hear this debut album and you realise that, miraculously, this 21-year-old has turned out the best old-skool rock & roll record in living memory. It sounds something like
Van Halen brawling with the Beastie Boys circa
Licensed to Ill, with
Elton John hammering away at the piano and
Mötley Crüe spiking the drinks: a 12-track collection of undiluted rock maximalism that owes nothing to any supposed lo-fidelity "punk" ethic, and absolutely everything to the power of a great tune and a crate of beer. The priceless first single "Party Hard" lays out the manifesto, but there's much more where that came from: the rock-operatic "Ready to Die", the decadent blast of "Party 'til You Puke", the last-gasp clarion-call of "Don't Stop Living in the Red"--all stupidly, jaw-droppingly excellent explosions of
rawk purity. Shift up,
Eminem: the crown of the white-trash hero is up for grabs, and by the sound of
I Get Wet, Andrew WK brawls as hard as he parties.
--Louis Pattison
Chronique amazon.fr
Être annoncé à grands renforts de publicité comme le nouveau génie du gros rock américain en 2002 pourrait être un drôle de fardeau ! Force est de reconnaître toutefois à Andrew W.K. de sacrées qualités : de bête de scène et de compositeur, entre autres – ce dont témoigne ce premier album étonnamment mature (côté production, évidemment ; pour les textes, c'est une autre paire de manches). Tout ici est calibré pour être efficace, à l'image de l'imparable single "Party Hard". Avec Nine Inch Nails en ligne de mire, le rouleau compresseur W.K. avance, réduisant ses compositions au strict minimum vital. On accordera au personnage beaucoup d'humour, à l'image de ses influences astucieusement dégottées du côté des poilants effets pyrotechniques de Kiss. Difficile de résister !
--Hervé Comte