“Seraphim,” is just different enough and catchy enough to really stand out. I missed their set, but some said they were the best surprise of the night.
October: Two nervous breakdowns, a drug O.D., major surgery, child-birth, moving, rehab, and numerous occasions of “What am I doing with my Life?” freakouts.
Each 7″ in the series came in honest cardboard with pretty-colored lettering screen-printed on it. The colors coordinated with the clear vinyl on the inside.
Four teenage girls with cutesy voices, pop sensibility, and a guitar sound so furry it would give you a shock of static electricity if you could touch it.
Mournful acoustic and laid back, noisy guitars are the rule until the last song, “Half-Truths,” which is fun, goofy, and lightens the mood at the last moment.
A Chicago-based trio that could jam with any Boston pop band any night of the week. Contrast sweet male/female melodies with some background chorus howling.
While duh-rock guitars plod and solos rip, there are preachers prophecizing, porno stars humping, and warbling horns that sound like elephants with indigestion.