77’s lead weirdo, Paulo Eno, is supposedly this intellectual, a professor of some kind in Coimbra, Portugal, but mostly he yells and grunts a whole lot.
They play not-very-interesting mid-tempo rock with a halfway decent sense of hooks and frequent obliging nods to Lennon/McCartney, Lou Reed, and Tom Verlaine.
At their best, they resemble X with two Exenes. At their most neutral, they toss off an okay alt-country jangle. At their worst, they’re AOR radio schmucks.
Good to very-good guitar stroke concerned with things falling apart, (minds, relationships, feelings). Total blues feeling w/o adhering to any conventions.
30footFall is picking up where Guttermouth left off. They’re fast, they’re irreverent, and they make fun of themselves as much as everything around them.
Nice number of guests, but it doesn’t cut it. The vocals are bad Roger Miret circa 1991, the music is stubborn metalcore, and all else is meat and potatoes.