The metal edge is chamfered by dramatic soaring Goth rock progressions and honed with Sabbath crunch. Spacey electronic squeaks put a modern stamp on the piece.
Take a handful of power chords, slightly countrified; add a half-spoken male vocal, and mix with a dash of slightly drunken, slightly horny revelations.
When they’re noisy, they sound like other rock indie rock (non-screamo) bands, and when they’re soft, they remind me of other bands I wanna play instead.
Pepper’s Ghost is so pretty and shiny, displaying all the right elements of pop rock and ’70s Brit glam, but they’ve got the integrity of studio musicians.
Always a pleasant foray into Beatles dippy psychedelic pop. They’ve had “eclectic” concept albums and can sing silly lyrics without being trendy ironic.
On the label run by a guy in Thursday, and you can see why. Same melodic/anthemic indie rock with meandering guitar noodle, strong choruses, and keyboards.
Part harmonied powerpop (verses, choruses, everything seconded), part screamo. Melodies are nice, there’re two of everything, and screamo can go fuck itself.