Bison B.C. can dress up the music any way they like, they can’t hide their true intention, which is to rock out in a lumbering, fuzzy head-trip fashion.
The best one could hope for in a band fronted by Sammy Hagar is slick, radio-ready mediocrity, but this odd supergroup exists on another, deeper level of bad.
The weirdest band I’ve liked in awhile, and also one of the most unique. Nicole Barille has the sexiest, otherworldly, Betty Boop cartoon voice imaginable.
It won’t be long before they’re gobbled up by a label, conglomerate, somebody. They rip through these five songs so fast, you’re shocked when they’re through.
A Minnesota trio who weave dense, atmospheric guitars into thick slabs of sound. On Drift, a four-song EP, the band isn’t shy about pushing the volume.
Ever watched a comic who had one joke he tried to re-tell over and over and it stopped being funny almost instantly? That’s pretty much what you get here.