David Pajo (M, Ariel M, Papa M, Slint, and Tortoise) records some intimate songs on his laptop, even singing directly into the computer. Gentle and well done.
Like scratchy old blues records, music box tinkle, a lonely trumpet soliloquy. White guy rapping usually turns me off like lima beans on a hot fudge sundae.
Trendy keyboard, a dash of metal chug, layered harmonies. Wait, here’s where they rock out, there’s the droning breakdown, and yes, they close with the ballad.
Everyone thinks that’s a girl singing. It’s a dude named Anthony Green, who was in Saosin. He teamed up with a childhood friend, fresh out of This Day Forward.
Irish punk has blossomed because it’s “music of the people.” The other kinda punk is the outcast, the loner, the rebel. Gypsies are pretty anti-establishment.
Creative, creepy, gorgeous, delicate, light-hearted, and confusing as all hell. “Alternative music” hasn’t meant much recently. But this is alternative music.
A four-piece sass-attack. Very pleasant, cute, and fun. PacNW, four smiling girls, chipper music, a little lo-fi, a lot of missed notes, but a lot of charm.