Words are less important here than the quality of the singer’s voice. Alice Cohen can move from dreamy to furious, nymph to doomsayer, in the change of a chord.
With mournful wailing amongst the singing, off kilter guitar riffage, head splattering drumming, and schizo lyrics, Barkmarket create cool ‘n queasy tuneage.
Lizzie Avondet’s vocals have that gritty, early Joan Jett feel. Some choruses have haunting, Valium angel sweetness layered like a Twix, with a cookie crunch.
Hash produce a rock ‘n’ roll stew with plenty of diverse ingredients. Their style is animate. Their message is not exactly deep, but positive, none the less.
From the inspirations of gaudy glam and drunken debauchery comes a band that doesn’t suck: The Fighting Cocks. A long time Boston rock ‘n’ roll favorite.