Not too challenging; maybe just a little smarter, a little nastier, than your usual summer reading but essentially just the NYC version of a beach book.
From the opening credits to the interview at the end with the guy who cleans and carts away the portable toilets, the film is predictably unpredictable.
First gig. Straight-ahead indie rock, but with some unpredictable melodies, vocals with just enough counterpoint to stretch the imagination, and snappy rhythms.
Chris Trapper’s songwriting is totally accessible, catchy, and emotionally appealing. It’s sensitive-boy rock, but not the whiny, emotionally manipulative kind.
On the surface, they’re loud, rough, scratchy and disorganized; but they maintain a solid tunefulness, sincerity, and post-adolescent angst underneath.
You could say they’re a Goth/funk band with a little bluegrass thrown in, but their track on the Soon compilation, “Midnight,” comes across like Vegas Goth.