They drone, chants looping, awkward guitars stumbling, Lyre singing like a weary choir member, drunk and suicidal. Kinda creepy, makes Rasputina sound poppy.
A garagey pop quality that feels naive, effortless, and pure. No boasting to being the saviors of rock, just a bunch of tunes you can nod your head to.
Unsigned, from CA, kinda junk rock like Sloppy Seconds. They miss some notes, and just cuz the guitar ain’t in tune sometimes, it’s kinda part of the charm.
A bit of surf in here, some jumpy rock’n’roll, and plenty of garage pop. Lots of “baby” lyrics, guitar fuzz, and a “c’mon, c’mon” wouldn’t feel outta place.