Since hearing garage-punk outfit BRONCHO’s fiery, feisty debut “Can’t Get Past the Lips,” and realizing the now rock trio were more than just some undistinguished Midwestern band, we’ve been anticipating their second spin.
We first met Roz and the Rice Cakes back in early April at this totally awesome, scuzzy loft show in Boston where the Providence-based three piece laid down an electric set of mesmerizing and uncategorizable compositions, and instantly made us faun over their energetic new album, Need to Feed.
Guantanamo Baywatch has perfected new-age basement rock, a caliber last heard in 70's rockabilly. From the depths of their jam-space basement, guitarist Jason Powell, bassist Chevelle Wiseman and drummer Chris Michael breed a punky surf rock sound both familiar and well set apart from early surf sounds of the 50's.
The last time we saw Gymshorts, they accomplished more in their short 30-minute set than some bands of similar raging noise-punk nature will manage only after playing with each other for years. Tearing through “Herman Melville” and other tracks from their purposefully, defiantly, invitingly imperfect recent release, No Backsies, their chemistry exploded.
The ladies of Vulture Vintage made their way to Moon Block Party’s annual music festival Desert Daze this past weekend to catch a slew of bands, sling some vintage merch and snap some photos of the weekend’s festivities.
Last week, Roma Dash was found crammed in the wheel well of a Logan-LAX commercial plane. Luckily, we were there, and made a citizens' arrest on the spot; she never did make it to Coachella, despite her incessant chanting of Lana Del Rey's 'West Coast,' as we hauled her away.
While Real Hair is comfortably familiar, it's no carbon-copy of what their debut full-length Major Arcana brought us last June. It embraces some different songwriting qualities that provide a distinction from what has come before, and their musical progression doesn't come at the cost of sacrificing what has made Speedy Ortiz so appealing to date: loud, intricate 90s-fuzz guitars and Sadie Dupuis' sharp lyrics and vocals.