Cute and graphically-underwhelming, it gets by on what is the saving grace of dozens of otherwise throwaway Wii games: Great use of the motion-sensing controls.
This female duo of bratty screamers are from Rome, bassless, and will throw your ass on the floor, against the wall, and rock your lame ass six ways to Sunday.
This isn’t my kinda “quirky indie rock,” but I respect Silverthree and Lobster and producer J. Robbins, and I’ll trust they understand why this band is worthy.
Great band, new singer. This guy Matt can yell, but he’s been on the same one note for the last five songs, and there’s only so long I can sit through it.