Drew just had to wrench out a few “Iiiiyyyye”s and “yeeeaaaah”s for my inner grandmother to declare, “Oy.” Then she added, “Vat’s wrong, he’s constipated?”
Live in a Dive has the band tear through songs from each of their records, sounding as blood-boilingly exciting as the first hardcore show you ever went to.
Exene’s latest project, the Original Sinners, are like “X for beginners.” The band is tighter than X was, and certainly has more musical tricks up its sleeve.
Like most of the other Elephant 6 related stuff I’ve heard, this seem an attempt to write Smile, Brian Wilson’s ill-fated, unfinished follow-up to Pet Sounds.
There’s an undergrowth of Gothic co-ed bands from countries off the beaten path. Hungary’s Without Face are one of the most resplendent and progressive rock.
Weedeater articulates the frustration and despair of being trapped in a mere body of nerves and bone with the modern rock version of the blues: Grinding doom.