Steven Wardlaw’s strafe-stringin’ is a virtual encyclopedia of fifteen years of punks from ’81-vintage L.A. blooze to the odd Hüsker Dü electrical storm.
These guys rock, groove, and slam with their own style and innovations. Sort of like Orange 9mm on acid, with the result being definitely hard at its core.
Psychedelic pop’s best kept secret. Their Little Drummer Boy captures the artificial joy and naive charm that makes Christmas time so bizarrely entertaining.
A side project for Breeders Kim Deal and Jim MacPherson, The Amps are a charming blend of Deal’s sweet-girl vocals on top of drunken garage band vigor.
Nothing wrong with the playing or the production on these tracks. Most of it’s pretty good, but I’m still not coming up with much to say about it, good or bad.
The fattest sound in distorted guitars and deep, heartfelt singing that make me feel like a child getting a big hug by St. Nick every time I listen to Fluf.