Brett Friesen, formerly of Chicago’s The Bollweevils, moves to sunny California and teams up with a few other caffeine-addicted punkpoppers into fast music.
The melodies are infectious, the lyrics range from cutesy to eccentric, the arrangements are fun and full of movement, but ultimately it is the band’s approach.
With all of the post-Pixies depression, it should be comforting to know that there is still a decent related project, and it doesn’t involve Frank or Kim.
Since these fancy boys collect hype the way my cat collects ear mites, I’ve always regarded The Makers with a certain wariness. In this case, the record rocks.