Fronted by a really short girl with a monstrous bass, whacking that bad boy, stomping around, and belting out words I couldn’t grasp through the mucky mix.
Beatlesesque orchestration gone futurist, punk-metal guitars chugs, breathy glamboy vocals, slick pop synths with angelic choirs, and country rock jams. Huh?
Three people yell, two play bass, two play guitar, two play drums, all make nonsensical statements to the press as to the underlying meaning of existence.
Frantic beats and sneering vocals, mix in acoustic strumming, howls, screeches, mellow-man crooning, megaphoned schmaltz, and standard group shout choruses.