Everyone thinks that’s a girl singing. It’s a dude named Anthony Green, who was in Saosin. He teamed up with a childhood friend, fresh out of This Day Forward.
Taking Back Sunday-style hardcore with emoting vocals. From Virginia. Not into this style, but the delicate diddling and pussy singing bother me less than most.
Gina from the Lunachicks returns. More gritty NYC rock than trashy dress-up, which kinda made Lunachicks like Gwar or Slipknot. First pass, it’s kinda lifeless.
Irish punk has blossomed because it’s “music of the people.” The other kinda punk is the outcast, the loner, the rebel. Gypsies are pretty anti-establishment.
Doubled male clean vocals are tasty, but a siren’s call is always a nice touch. Glorious melody, plenty of roar, both Gothic metal swagger and speedy racing.
Clean vocals and delicate piano, more Euro-flavored Pink Floyd than Shadows Fall. And there’s plenty of manly growl and grunting and shrieking too, of course.
Creative, creepy, gorgeous, delicate, light-hearted, and confusing as all hell. “Alternative music” hasn’t meant much recently. But this is alternative music.