The predominantly instrumental “Gull Bite,” a song perfect for the scene in which Indiana Jones is drugged by wicked villains with a pick-pocketing monkey.
Effusively lyrical without a single word uttered. Organically configured and artificially sweetened. Convolutedly straightforward and definitively elliptical.
Little Plastic Castle dips deep inside the bell-shaped goldfish bowl, sailing powdery-voiced tumults through introspection and over rivers of guitar-speak.
With the lolling-tongue vocals of TMBG and some of the lyrical silliness of Violent Femmes, The Seymores drop neatly into the category of laughworthy pop.
I slapped this on with images of indie nothingness dancing in my head and got clouted between the eyes by a melodic cinderblock made out of feathers and rags.
The southern Florida trio has put out a new wave/light punk/power pop CD that delivers strong melodic surges and evidence of much burgeoning songwriting talent.
Taking influences like The Who and Small Faces and milking these foundations of sound, until ultimately, all hope is vanquished in a wash of artless banality.