Member of Thee Shams kick out soulful, laid-back and thoughtful tales. Bit of drug stagger, sorrowful pleas, slide guitar, and harmonies Neil Young’d nod to.
There are a handfulla choruses, like “Jumping the Shark,” that roll like Social D mixed with Randy in powerpop mode, the stuff that’d make a great TV theme.
Gary’s got the chops, the voice, and the songwriting to get and keep your interest, but it’s the “let’s do a country song” ideas that need to be nipped.
They drone, chants looping, awkward guitars stumbling, Lyre singing like a weary choir member, drunk and suicidal. Kinda creepy, makes Rasputina sound poppy.
A garagey pop quality that feels naive, effortless, and pure. No boasting to being the saviors of rock, just a bunch of tunes you can nod your head to.
Unsigned, from CA, kinda junk rock like Sloppy Seconds. They miss some notes, and just cuz the guitar ain’t in tune sometimes, it’s kinda part of the charm.