Some fine submissions from the last two months that I am just now getting around to posting.
Some great twinkly
post-rock from Florida. If you had told
me these guys toured with the Appleseed Cast in 2004, I would not have doubted
you. These kids could ride that new wave of Emocore that seems to be picking up
steam from the East, but without all the residual style crap that modern radio
has put on the style. “Police, Don’t Shoot me” is my favorite track off this
EP, with its dueling guitar licks and full-throated impassioned growling.
On the other
coast (and what sounds like another world) comes the LA group fronted by Green
Gerry. Dreamy and distant is the order of the day, as these songs sound like
they were recorded in an abandoned porn shop with a microphone that was placed
in the restaurant next door. It works surprisingly well for this group’s first
EP, and helps capture the isolation and disenchantment reflected in the morose
lyrics accompanied by surprisingly appealing and clever tunes.
I was worried I was in for an audible pummeling
when I read this band’s description and saw the cover to the record. Industrial
noise is getting less and less play on my turntable in the last few years. Perhaps
an effect of growing older and more boring perhaps, but likely that I simply
have lost contact with some of the stronger acts putting that kind of music
together. But I was pleasantly surprised by what I found on this Netherlands
based bands record. This is cinematic stuff that is much closer to gloom-pop
than anything I expected to find. “I Karestan” is the standout track on this
bad boy.
Now this is
what I’m talking about. Reverb heavy
garage rock with girl/boy vocal harmonious from Minneapolis? Yes please! I am
sure these kids are tired of being compared to the Raveonettes, but if you are
a fan of that style of garage rock, you have no reason not to buy the vinyl
Crimes is selling. The well constructed vocal harmonies separate them from the
pack (see the track “Wind Thistle”), and since they are going on tour this
summer, you should catch them when they come to town. You know they will have
nothing but shitty beer on hand, so help a touring group and buy them some
top-shelf shit.
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