Cute and fun little punk lite cover band. A handfulla the songs stick with ya, and they’re a blast to get silly to. Comparisons to Gwen Stefani are inevitable.
What a terrible band name. The band’s from Italy and likes Swedish melodic death, as most hardcore bands now do. These guys may be more metal than hardcore. So?
The guy can sing, belt it out, warble and waver like Muse and The Sheila Divine/Dear Leader, and the band back him nicely, not showing off, not sucking.
David Pajo (M, Ariel M, Papa M, Slint, and Tortoise) records some intimate songs on his laptop, even singing directly into the computer. Gentle and well done.
Female-fronted Gothic metal is as common as a cold, and even good bands are a dime a dozen, cuz a sweet voice and some plodding riffs are about all it takes.
Like scratchy old blues records, music box tinkle, a lonely trumpet soliloquy. White guy rapping usually turns me off like lima beans on a hot fudge sundae.
Trendy keyboard, a dash of metal chug, layered harmonies. Wait, here’s where they rock out, there’s the droning breakdown, and yes, they close with the ballad.
Home recordings, from Tom Waits to Elvis/Doors worship, dark ballads to metallic guitar chugs over a drum machine. As weirdly cluelessly demented as it sounds.
Punk rawk all raw and loud and destructive. Yeah, you just got knocked on yer ass by a girl, Fonzie. She’s shredding her vocal chords for you, so listen up.