With the hushed commands “relax..” and “come here….”, powder-voiced axegirl Jane Jensen rocks hard, a fetishy little doll whispering over grinding chords.
The spacey guitar put me into a daze, and before I knew what was happening, the drums and overdrive roared in, only to quickly fade out, and I’d been won over.
I know, I know, these guys have been described as “Led Zeppelin-meets-Radiohead” a thousand times before… but fuck me, that’s seriously right on the money.
Mix bouncy acoustic guitar with sporadic piano bursts and folksy, yet poppy, falsetto vocals and you get a catchy album you can’t help but tap your feet to.
There are still hints of sarcasm (the title track), but the happy-go-lucky nature of Dear Catastrophe Waitress is so thick that you hardly notice anything else.
While most “indie” bands are paying homage to the lo-fi rock of the ’70s and early ’80s, Pink Grease is doing them all one better and delving back to the 1950s.