I still place these guys as gobbling Pere Ubu’s pre-LP stuff, as well as other crude-aggo-outsider shit from the fair city of Cleveland when Carter was President.
Noodle here, howl there, “tricky” time signature changes if you’ve never played an instrument, and light/dark, pussy mewl/howl, put a check-mark next to each.
Catchy as a cold, and surely the fave of teenage girls from coast to coast. Loved by the shitty mainstream and still enjoyed by the snobbish underground.
Ex-Tsunami Bomb singer Emily Whitehurst and bassist Matt Mckenzie. Bio sez “edgy, yet clean and sophisticated, indie rock well-suited for any dance party.”
Within seconds, you’re floored by Jimmy Gnecco’s passionate voice, and you wonder why everyone you know hasn’t been talking about how great this CD is.