This female duo of bratty screamers are from Rome, bassless, and will throw your ass on the floor, against the wall, and rock your lame ass six ways to Sunday.
This isn’t my kinda “quirky indie rock,” but I respect Silverthree and Lobster and producer J. Robbins, and I’ll trust they understand why this band is worthy.
Great band, new singer. This guy Matt can yell, but he’s been on the same one note for the last five songs, and there’s only so long I can sit through it.
Two records deep, sounding A LOT like Sonata Arctica, who I love on late-night drives. Heavy metal, with powerful/warbling vocals, and rich, orchestral texture.
They’re Swedish, of course, and play anthemic melodic death metal that’s true death, plus sweetly anthemic, without being, ya know, emo pussy about it.
These guys can open for Isis or Pelican any day. I like the mediocre drone over pounding hardcore fuck-all, but that’s cuz Dillinger spazz is tiresome to me.