The New Rivers area sullied punch of lads from my hometown down in the Imperial Valley. The place is hot, off the beaten path, and is home to the band’s namesake: a sludgy, polluted river that transgresses the California/Mexican border. Bloody hot days meet pesticide inspired nights, resulting in this outsider garage rock that helps itself to the dirty side of the blues and drops this scantly dressed record. While they have been playing around Southern Cali as of late, their sound is quintessential dessert rock fare. The howls are distant and the guitars sound like they are slowly being pulled out of tune by the scorching sun. It all results in some fine rock’n’roll that anyone who reads this website could enjoy.
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