These three dudes know how to lay down the kind of goods stoners, hessians, and burnouts alike can hangout and headbang to.
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 The layers of synth-beats and drum loops were better left in the congo.  Gainesville punks deliver some decent, ear-splitting hardcore.  Four Days Deep has all the trappings of Sentinel’s large, airy sound –an impressive feat for a band with only three members.  Whispery pop-psychedelia and jingle-jangle Norcal folk are heavy in the mix.  Ford’s disarming voice and infectious guitar hooks propel lyrics that unflinchingly explore the depths of mental illness and loss.  In The Tunnel’s latest album, Carver Brothers Lullaby, rural Californian lore is the impetus for songs that nod to the Gothic as well as sheer loudness.  Teenage Bottlerocket comes out blasting sing along choruses with more “Whoa oh oh’s” than The Ramones and Screeching Weasel combined.  Think electro-acoustic meets whimsical (+ satisfying lyrics) resulting in a fizzy bottle of all our most potent emotions.  Dr. No’s Ethiopium is a 36-track storehouse of sonic narcotics exploring the rich world of Ethiopian music.  What you’re dealing with is a raw, pure, relentless barrage on your audial senses.  A mesh of curious and stimulating sounds that have an unusual motive.  British psychedelia, cryptic pagan fantasy under a cool modern surface.  “This city really lets you do your thing..as long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can be as weird as you want.”  These are not songs about depression, they’re songs about madness.  Ariel Pink is bedroom music: the kind of bedroom that parents are afraid to enter.  The album was definitely unique, especially considering it was distributed on a green cassette.  This New Orleans powerhouse makes their LP debut one hard-hitting album.  Imagine giving two Ritalin-infused kids carte blanche on a Casio keyboard, drum kit, and a couple of microphones.  These digital communities aren’t here to replace the traditional means of spreading music, but rather to act as supplements to it.  There’s nobody quite like Kepi Ghoulie.  Her voice is by turns hypnotic, soothing, grating, and eerie. Swirling atmospheres of mandolin, dulcimer, guitars and layered vocals create, as with other recent releases on Young God, deeply post-industrial acoustic moods. |
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