There is more than a little ’80s nostalgia to the music of the Hot Prowlers, tempered here by a punk edge. Perhaps the main draw is the throaty Joan Jett-esque vocals of Foxie Gogo, which vacillate between a rock sneer and that kind of infectious pop-rock sensibility of Grace Slick or Ann Wilson. The music is powerful and anthemic, the kind of thing that makes you want to pump your fist in your car, driving a little too fast and reckless for your own good. Neon is the kind of record that makes you think without sacrificing its heart.
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