This isn’t my kinda “quirky indie rock,” but I respect Silverthree and Lobster and producer J. Robbins, and I’ll trust they understand why this band is worthy.
Anthemic emo hard rock, the kind you’ll find on the Warped Tour and Taste of Chaos tour, plus on the radio between My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park.
Pure hard rock riff action without Soundgarden/Alice In Chains’ metal, Mudhoney’s salt blast garage howl, or Pearl Jam’n’Nirvana’s classic rock balladry.
Bleeping honking and farting sine/cosine waves that fell from the art-inflected U.S. pre-punk underground’s soft, white underbelly via rusty knife c-section.
We called it drug folk. Now, it be freak folk. It’s got an eye-rolling approach to its “genre” that keeps the “revival” tag at bay using “ethnic” instruments.