These songs are kinda weird, slow and old-sounding. My brother told me they were written by some guy named Curt Vile. He’s one of those death-metal guys, right?
Smart, enigmatic lyrics delivered with vocals both imploring and roaring, ultimately erupting into jagged explosions of roaring discord and sonic overflow.
Three songs in sixty minutes, stretching out languidly into the infinite without succumbing to Phishy-smelling jam tendencies or circumambient snoozatoria.
A quiet revolution filtered through open ears – there was classical, slide blues scrapings, and the sounds of his louder descendents made over into ambience.
Four guys from Mesa, Arizona on their way to the MTV buzz bin in a (sometimes) hard rock band with a cool name playing distorted, clingy, guitar-intense music.
Furry Things were a subtribe known to shed their coats frequently. They moved early from the Land of the Lo-Fi, peregrinated to the shores of Shoegaze.
Hand It Over is vintage Dino Jr. – Sonic Youth-like noise rock, married to Neil Young-esque whomping, feedback-drenched melodies and lyrics of tragedy ‘n’ loss.