Donora is derivative, but what in rock’n’roll isn’t? A female-fronted poppy trio your girlfriend would like, but solid enough to play a Corin Tucker tribute.
Bison B.C. can dress up the music any way they like, they can’t hide their true intention, which is to rock out in a lumbering, fuzzy head-trip fashion.
The best one could hope for in a band fronted by Sammy Hagar is slick, radio-ready mediocrity, but this odd supergroup exists on another, deeper level of bad.
The story of Runaways lead singer Cherie Currie, and in a broader context, the story of the sleazy reality of the music industry in the mid-to-late ’70s.
The weirdest band I’ve liked in awhile, and also one of the most unique. Nicole Barille has the sexiest, otherworldly, Betty Boop cartoon voice imaginable.
It won’t be long before they’re gobbled up by a label, conglomerate, somebody. They rip through these five songs so fast, you’re shocked when they’re through.
A Minnesota trio who weave dense, atmospheric guitars into thick slabs of sound. On Drift, a four-song EP, the band isn’t shy about pushing the volume.