It “dissolves the borders of rock, jazz, funk, and torch song balladry,” says the bio. Most indie-minded artists make such claims. The description is accurate.
This Berlin-based band will never hit it big with the trendies, but anyone into the dark rockin’ of the Dwarves is sure to find things here to punch mirrors to.
An odd mix of high-octane gonzo rock produced noisy in places and high-school metal band shitty in others. Pure American yahoo: Guns, booze’n’titties dirt rock.
Bands like these are so fucking lame. It’s well-produced and the riffs are good, too bad it’s all wasted on lame lyrics about totally pathetic politics.
The same delicate/emotional control as Travis and Poor Rich Ones, but they don’t put it to good songwriting. An album of cliched lyrics and mediocre melodies.
Picking up where his previous band (Unsane) left off, Chris Spencer bores into the space between art-noise, explosive groove-grind punk roots, and death’n’roll.