An eight-song, 15-minute EP of street-level punk from the Philly area. The Boils have the gritty anger that sounds urban, very middle class, blue-collar.
Demented trip hop, dark, gravelly vocals, an accented woman’s voice, ominous chanting, heavy bass. This could be Tricky’s cousin. Wait! It is Tricky’s cousin!
Southern four-piece focusing on funky rawk kinda like an updated Black Oak Arkansas. Not heavy, but rock’n’roll groovy. Gets better each time I hear it.