Laurels play a peculiar brand of loud art-rock, so dark and powerful that it’s hardly a surprise that it’s been apportioned out mostly in the small doses.
Macro Metal may be a bunch of really stoned guys in a living room with a four track and too many effect pedals, just fucking around and giggling. But so what?
Steven Wardlaw’s strafe-stringin’ is a virtual encyclopedia of fifteen years of punks from ’81-vintage L.A. blooze to the odd Hüsker Dü electrical storm.
Happy sing-a-long music perfect for preschoolers or that motivational someone. Lyrics like “Come on, we can do it!” Now is the time, let’s do some good.”
Psychedelic pop’s best kept secret. Their Little Drummer Boy captures the artificial joy and naive charm that makes Christmas time so bizarrely entertaining.
A side project for Breeders Kim Deal and Jim MacPherson, The Amps are a charming blend of Deal’s sweet-girl vocals on top of drunken garage band vigor.