Whale songs are beautiful and mysterious, but what if whales are responding to a rhythm that humans can’t sense, and what if whales had access to samplers?
Throwaway indie pop with elements of post punk and post hardcore. Like an adolescent diary (or ‘zine) entry that rambles pointlessly about a humdrum life.
No stone is left unturned, escorting us from acid parties with Cary Grant, JFK, and Marilyn Monroe, to behind the scenes of the assassination of the President.
Gabba’s dark side, documented by Mokum’s Battlegrounds, has given way to the brighter sound of popcore, which plays like a colorful, freakish carnival sideshow.
Yet another collection of pop punksters influenced by Bad Religion and Descendents. Far too many bands sound like this, but some of the songs aren’t half bad.