The Desert Fathers offer up a mixture of metallic distortion, electronic beats, and amorphous samples that is all then piled onto a rock and roll foundation with vocals that remind me of Built to Spill.
The spacey guitar put me into a daze, and before I knew what was happening, the drums and overdrive roared in, only to quickly fade out, and I’d been won over.
Mix bouncy acoustic guitar with sporadic piano bursts and folksy, yet poppy, falsetto vocals and you get a catchy album you can’t help but tap your feet to.
While most “indie” bands are paying homage to the lo-fi rock of the ’70s and early ’80s, Pink Grease is doing them all one better and delving back to the 1950s.