With the lolling-tongue vocals of TMBG and some of the lyrical silliness of Violent Femmes, The Seymores drop neatly into the category of laughworthy pop.
I slapped this on with images of indie nothingness dancing in my head and got clouted between the eyes by a melodic cinderblock made out of feathers and rags.
I know a lotta these garage bands pride themselves on their lo/no-fi “wyld and primitive” recording, and I can dig that, but this one just sounds like garbage.
Abhinanda has a power and intensity reminiscent of so many Dischord bands, but breaks it up with old-school melodies and even an acoustic number or two.