Lizzie Avondet’s vocals have that gritty, early Joan Jett feel. Some choruses have haunting, Valium angel sweetness layered like a Twix, with a cookie crunch.
Many of the songs have a lapping ocean feel, a swaying groove saturated by wild guitar effects, reverbed and/or mechanized, and thundering bass and drums.
They jammed like veteran musicians, although the singer used lyric sheets. The singer roared majestically, and reminded me of Ted from 6L6 in a hat and shades.
From a bass line to a chill repetition of a phrase, caught the groove, then blasted their fluid rap-a-long, wah-saturated scream and ten ton guitar sound.
With only three members, 6L6 sledgehammer the audience. Ted bashies the glitter off his emerald green glam-boy bass, roaring like a 20 foot Lemmy monster.
Who should, in fact, know. But what if we took Who out of fact and put him in a small wading pool with two or three well-behaved children, then would Who know?