Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the fabulous Education. These are heartbroken local Texas boys who spew lament with buzzsaw guitars and raw ballads that define the very beginnings of staggering rock ’n’ roll. Think Iggy Pop without the flailing around or Donovan’s oh-so-pleasing voice soaked in three quarts of age-old whiskey. Songs like “Hey Shoot It,” “Sleep Annie,” and “I Do” are reminiscent of the best of the British Invasion and possibly belong on a Decca Stereo Anthology. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that famed Strokes producer Gordon Raphael sat in on the knob-twisting. There’s a definitive ’60s rock ’n’ roll tinge here, but it’s still super sexy and kind of sultry, fueled by a wanting angst, unadulterated lingering, sad timing, bad timing, and of course, heartache. Always heartache, backed by a rolling class of thundering bass, pulsing ride cymbal, and a combination of wailing piano and harmonica the howling Sonics or an even-more-sedated Wilco would be proud of. Education makes the grade, if the grade is slightly tainted, raw rock ’n’ roll.
-Sonya Harvey (San Antonio Current)