The Datsuns, fronted by Dolf De Datsun and consisting of three other lads "adopted" into the fold (how very Ramones), are the more "progressive" of the tandem; they sneak across the dateline and land, on occasion, in late-'80s Seattle. New York City, too--"Harmonic Generator" is the closest thing to a Jon Spencer outtake since every other song on a Jon Spencer disc. But sooner or later, it's later than sooner; whenever The Datsuns pops up in the car's 10-disc changer without warning, I'd swear the radio hopped onto a classic-rock station digging deep into High Voltage. (Or the last 23 minutes of some live version of "Smoke on the Water" I blessedly missed in junior high.) D4, better because there's more bounce per quarter ounce, keep it just as real...real old, dig? You can see them now, four kids in a New Zealand basement dissecting every Johnny Thunders storm from "Pirate Love" (surfaces here in its entirety, natch) and breaking down the equation that proved Rock=MC5 while Mom yells down the stairs for them to turn it down or, just maybe, shout it shout it shout it out loud. This year's Strokes-Vines-Parkinsons-Hives-Libertines, if they weren't last century's everything else.