The Forty-Fives

The Forty-Fives

Fight Dirty (Yep Roc) Good times and great oldies. Except the Forty-Fives aren't old. These young Atlantans are contemporaries of Ludacris and the Drive-By Truckers, not Them and the Young Rascals, but they do manic Sixties garage-soul better than almost any other batch of twentysomethings out there. That could be because they have the proper motivation; unlike half of Brooklyn, which only cares about the kitsch value of Farfisa swells and a mod haircut, the Forty-Fives are moved by the music, not the style. The solos taken by guitarist Bryan G. Malone and organist Trey Tidwell are informed by, and inform back upon, the hallowed rock & roll tradition of getting your rocks off. "What a Way to Go" comes off like a combination of the Beatles' "Drive My Car" and "96 Tears," so you know that's a good thing. "Lost Track of You" is all bassist Mark McMurtry and drummer Adam Renshaw's frenzied Motown one-beat. The reptilian crawl of "Follow Me Down" sticks to the ribs, and the accelerated shake, rattle, and roll of opener "Trying to Get Next to You" and "Great Escape" keep the dance party going until well past dawn. What's retro about that? (Emo's Main, Thursday, March 13, 10pm)