Got caught up by this trio, a month or so back in mee
hometown, and by the second measure in I was licking people’s ankles and floods
of tension jolted through my spine. I felt 6 years old -which makes sense
because 4 + 2 = 6. 91% of the humans in
the room dug it hard and the low ceilings seem to drip so I’m guessing the free
admission was worth the ticket. GhaHnaLee Charlie helped get the knots out and
their pain will bring you pleasure, as it does to them. Halfway in, they tipped
over the stage and fizzdeedaddled so hard on the electricity the decent-sized
crowd was tipsy.
The four song dayBrew tape captures the intent just as well.
And it’s way cheaper than a chiropractor or a good smog session in 2015. The
vocals( sometimes dueling) vent, as the bass bounces along like a yer old
favorite Spaulding you just won’t throw away, as the strizzle of the sex
string( I bet he breaks a lot) signals disastrous collapse in a wad of guilty
fear ah moans. Basically, the guitar player makes good tasteful noise. The
drums are all wound up and crispy. When the holy souls of your toes get itchy-
you know you are getting it. The sound reminds me of digging my car out of a
snowbank when your wheels are whirling and you finally lurch out of there as
sweet exhaust fume hits the back of your throat. Also, there is just enough
sugar in the mix to treat er right. If you buy and listen good to this tape(and
you should) and then go see em alive-like, you should feel compelled to prove
you’re still breathing by flashing a spooky tooth and grasping at your ratty
sweater. If you want to riskily engage
in a two-step, it’s ok DOwatchaLIKE..
Not sure if these guys already have girlfriends, but if not,
applications are being held for Kelley Girls. Straight outta 1983- file under
TV Soundtrack get on the Post like Moses Malone Punk. In a perfect world, they
woulda been the house band at Cheeers.
One of the songs is called Davud Lynch, and funny he was at
that NB gag. True Story. I really hope they stick around awhile….
-- Michael Montagano