Much like the electric orange of this blank cassette shell, the Midwestern is a sonic emo burrito, with no hot sauce. Where the hell are the vocals?! This post-rock/emo business could be a SERIOUSLY rawkin’ good time, but there needs to be some strained upper-register hollering in unison going on to really flesh it out. Sounds like Empire State Games had a jam session while the singer had laryngitis, which, of course, is pretty great, but it could be so, so much more.
https://fernrecordsmusic.bandcamp.com/album/savoy-special-b-w-antlion
and/or
https://themidwesternband.bandcamp.com/
--Jacob An Kittenplan
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