Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Named after Marlon Brando’s motorcycle gang in The Wild One, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (BRMC) so far has enjoyed modest success. What it needs now is a cohesive style. One part of BRMC’s third album gets down-and-dirty and swampy, and one part gets into psychedelia of the Rubber Soul-era Beatles sort. The combined result seems a little schizo, like two albums in one. The first song, “Shuffle Your Feet,” is hand-clapping country rock with dirty guitar and blazing harmonica. The confessional ballad “Devil’s Waitin’” sounds like a Civil War song as carried out by Howlin’ Wolf. My favorite is “Weight of the World,” which, like the Beatles circa ’67, is smooth and floaty. It’s good that the band is experimenting, but these should be two separate experiments; swamp rock and psychedelia just don’t mix.