The Radar Bros. lead us through their labyrinth of apathy, depression, angst and sadness in a blur of rich, spacey, warm sound and it’s a very, very slow ride.
It’s sonic sensationalism writ large, full-blown fakery as lush, powerful, melodramatic and meaningless as their platform-shod stomping grounds of Los Angeles.
This EP, which features reworked versions of two tracks from their new rec, Brighten the Corners, and three new numbers, has some pretty engaging moments.
Cello, violin, drums. And voice. Rasputina? No, much more rock. Almost… Prog rock. But not so high falutin’. Only three people, but a really big sound.
Conley only has one solo songwriting credit on the record, but “That’s When I Reach For My Revolver” was an instant classic, a masterful anthem of desperation.
When Miller contracted tinnitus, Burma was forced to call it quits after one last tour, captured for posterity on 1985’s The Horrible Truth About Burma.
They sing the word “yeah” 72 freakin’ times in layered harmonies of bratty “nyah-nyah” sing-song. Teen anthems of scathing criticism, tongue-in-cheek fuck-alls.