On paper, Polyrock seems archetypical NYC Post-Punk. They're all nervous energy with the songwriting wound tight—landing somewhere between Devo and the Cars. None other than Philip Glass produced and assisted this eponymous debut. Which makes it all the more curious it's such an overlooked obscurity—languishing in the vaults until recently, when RCA saw fit to reissue their two LPs digitally. (We're still waiting on the Above the Fruited Plain EP). Post-Punk suffers from surplus to supply: there's a great bands from the top shelf down to the rails, much of it is bound to get footnoted out of the canonical texts. Polyrock deserves a better fate.