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.  Teenage Bottlerocket comes out blasting sing along choruses with more “Whoa oh oh’s” than The Ramones and Screeching Weasel combined.  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.  British psychedelia, cryptic pagan fantasy under a cool modern surface.  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.  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.  Stand out track “Plastic World” opens with the kind of beefy shredding guitar and tight instrumentation that makes you want to break a few bottles and wake the fuck up.  The album feels intimate yet orchestral, offering a variety of sounds[...]a pleasant weaving of vocals and harmonies.  In a burgeoning hip-hop scene where overproduction and a lack of true dynamic have become prevalent, there are still dudes like Del who can pull it together.  The music has a distinctly cinematic quality, like a noir soundtrack that drifts between lonely existentialism and low-grade mania.  When I die I imagine it sounding like this in the background, a joyous pop music filled with a somber melody that’s just as much sunshine as it is piss and vinegar. |
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