Blending Britpop (Supergrass) and good ol’ American pounding rock (early Smashing Pumpkins) with richly-textured “space rock” in a way that doesn’t suck.
THIS is textured groove vs. “ambient” rock stuff. Like some early 20th century Swedish classical or the titles on the ECM jazz/classical/improv/space label.
Englund routinely comes up with melodies that either tug at the heartstrings with thespian melodrama or cast a doom pall over music you thought you had pinned.
One guy, one bass, one drum welded together like some cranked-out meatbot ready to tell you what pisses him off. A LOT pisses him off, and A LOT amuses him.
Limecell hail from Philly, have been banned from every club in said city except for one because of their wild shows and all drink even me under the table.