Clarinet, glockenspiel, mellotron, Moog, saxophone, and theramin with the energy and tact to float notes, melodies, and jazz time-keeping, without hollering.
The school is overrun with violent cliques, so it’s your job to beef up your respect, stand up for the nerds and fatties, and spread your own brand of havoc.
A pure, unadorned, dreamy voice placed over quick-picked progressive metal that’s so precise that it’s damn near a math metal version of Children of Bodom.
No one can legitimately call this “boring.” “Foul and unwatchable,” maybe, but not boring. Castration, shitting, and old man cock just do not a dull film make.
Like… The Office. Interesting, that one of the stars/writers of this film is Jenna Fischer, the receptionist. Brave, embarrassing, and smart-ass as all hell.
Indigo Girl Amy Ray leads her Volunteers through an energetic set in – where else? – Knoxville. Imagine Indigo Girls crossed with John Cougar Mellencamp.
Not everyone will be in the mood to slip under the covers of Pocket Symphony’s sometimes-sleepy atmospheres, especially those looking for booty-shaking.