I regret deeply that I spent part of my precious weekend listening to this piss-poor collecion of ultra-sappy sensitive singer-songwriter country-folk crap.
One could categorize Home from the bands they’ve toured with – Sebadoh, Yo La Tengo, and Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 – but Home stand on their own.
First gig. Straight-ahead indie rock, but with some unpredictable melodies, vocals with just enough counterpoint to stretch the imagination, and snappy rhythms.
All-girl punk trio from Indiana with a fast, loud, old school punk sound. They have the hate/pissed off/who gives a fuck? that’s kept me going all these years.