Unwound breaks no new ground, sticking to their tried and true formula of Big Black-like guitar histrionics, tribal bass, and wonderfully off-kilter drum beats.
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.