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Nearly half the song titles on Andrew W.K.’s debut record contain the words “party,” “love” or “puke” — a sure sign that this is the best party metal the ’80s never gave us.
Formerly a one-man show, W.K. built I Get Wet into a dual-ax, kick-drum assault chock with shout-along choruses and just enough classic piano to cut the bite. I Get Wet is classic KISS, sans theatrics. Instead of painting his face, W.K. sounds like he stepped up to the Sennheiser after 10 hours hanging Sheetrock. Stomping with Friday-night adrenaline, I Get Wet is a rock album honest in giving you the thumbs-up instead of the middle finger.
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