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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