The market may already be inundated with ’60s psych meets ’90s alternative, but if there is another space, the Flying Saucers could fill it quite nicely.
Every song is ludicrously catchy, laden with instantly memorable hooks and choruses, drenched with melody that rivals McCartney’s when he was still good.
A the staid Baystate Hotel, where most people are too cool to move, they were hot footin’ it around the carpeted floor. Yeah, they were cuttin’ up the rug.
Sugar Ray launched into their heavy chugging rap attack and wasted no time getting the crowd fistbanging, headslamming, bodysurfing, and that whoa-whoa thang.