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.
If you can spin Lou Reed, James McMurtry, mid-period Kinks, solo Paul Westerberg, Willie Nelson, Towns Van Zant, or Robin Hitchcock, you can roll this.