My review of Chris Smith’s documentary Devo ran at The Playlist:

Weaving in spectacular early footage of Devo’s first shows back in Ohio, Smith shows them happily alienating audiences who didn’t know what to make of these robotic weirdoes in the era of denim, sideburns, mellow harmonies, and noodly guitar solos. One show at an Akron bar called the Crypt, right by the Firestone plant, nearly led to the band getting pummeled. After being inspired a couple of years later by the Ramones’ first album to speed up their music and start playing CBGB in New York, Devo actually did get into it with the Dead Boys. This showed Devo could annoy even punks, whose music they appreciated for its sonic velocity but looked down on as “simple” and “anti-intellectual”…

Devo runs on Netflix next week. Are we not men?