A bit of surf in here, some jumpy rock’n’roll, and plenty of garage pop. Lots of “baby” lyrics, guitar fuzz, and a “c’mon, c’mon” wouldn’t feel outta place.
They have a kinda Pink Floyd thing going. Maybe it’s just a lurking darkness beneath the lush pop melody, maybe it’s the guitarist is allowed to speak up.
A trio from Minneapolis. There’s something low key, humorous and clever without being loudly funny, and generally something danceable and pleasant here.
Sex & swagger, fuckin’ A right! No bio, never heard of ’em, don’t think they’re from the States, but at first pass, I’m ready to grab a bottle and crank it up!
I may be high-strung, but I know great mellow indie rock when I hear it, and I’m listening to it now. From Maine, honest and kinda folky to these ears.
Space rock, surf rock, and yippy/jerky trendy new wave-damaged indie rock. I like the instrumental parts. Hipster yapping reminds me of an annoying Chihuahua.