Mountains of bassy guitar and lyrics about dreaming, souls, reality; the dreary mysticism of acid rock. Caroline Wilson adds a beautiful, trembling voice.
A huge wall of guitars roaring, simply, loudly and majestically, over which the patented drone vocal was laid. They’re punk, and not getting watered down.
If the songs sound familiar, it’s because they’re covers. If the musicians sound familiar, it’s because they’re from Cadillac Tramps, The Grabbers, and Joyride.
The bands don’t fit neatly into categories like indie rock, punk, hardcore, noise, classic rock, or heavy metal. All are represented, but not in the usual way.
Five, um, songs recorded for fun in a weekend. In the continuing tale of the little people, the witch, and the wizard; they all make friends and have an orgy.
Riverdales keep it simple: No excessive harmonies, no tricky time changes, and few variations in tempo, key, and beat. Yet the songs are instantly catchy.