Garage rock to compare to the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs herk’n’jerk, or The Epoxies zany new wave via weirdo punk. Fuzzed-out keyboard smog populates mid-tempo grooves.
Member of Thee Shams kick out soulful, laid-back and thoughtful tales. Bit of drug stagger, sorrowful pleas, slide guitar, and harmonies Neil Young’d nod to.
Good name. San Francisco busker who play small clubs, living rooms, basements, wherever. Americana, folk as the new punk, no postering prettyboy pop stars here.
Shit-hot rocker-garage cum kick-ass mixed with dynamism collected from hot pennies handled by The Sonics, The Up, The Makers, and many other “The” bands.
A stroll through America’s roots rhythm ‘n’ blues stuff that’s fired up many a rock band, most notably another band from their town: Five Horse Johnson.
The guitar-heavy snot Stones teen angle has gotten worked a bunch since the original Nuggets double LP sprung from the loins of Pan to help rescue us all.
From Detroit, on Alive Records, produced by singer Tino Gross whose done two recent RL Burnside records. Down’n’dirty blues rock’n’roll that sounds great.
Blends a fairly basic New Wave sound with an eerie darkness, which yields an album that is more Goth/synth than Joy Division could ever hope to produce.