I’m really glad that I took my goddamn time putting together this list, because the mad dash to the finish line that has so many music journalism/criticism outlets cranking out their year-end roundups earlier & earlier in a vain attempt to one-up their peers would more than likely leave this one in the dust.
They’ve sewn garage rock’s sloppy, swampy howlings to wiry, economical punk
By Erika Elizabeth If this vinyl offering is any indication, Sex Tide have clearly been drinking from the same polluted waters of Ohio that have spawned countless warped noisemakers performing their own sort of deconstructed CPR on the corpse of rock’n’roll – from Devo to The Cramps to the Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments to Times […]
Think Young Marble Giants meets the first wave of kill rock stars, or something like that.
It’s total sloppy, reckless fun spit out from the basements of small-town New England in the best ’79-meets-’91-meets-’13 kind of way.
Here’s to there being a feminist punk band in every town, someday.
Seattle’s La Luz have a definite beach blanket bingo vibe, especially if the beach in question is located somewhere in Twin Peaks with the ghosts of crackly 50s doo-wop & 60s girl-group singles echoing from someone’s AM radio.
Off-kilter girl gang vocals that recall The Shaggs transplanted to the early 90s Pacific Northwest
Of course, music isn’t always about fun, but when it comes down to my pop music, I’m just saying I’d much rather hang out with Jad Fair than Lou Reed.
Is this a worthwhile venture? I’d hope so. At least I won’t break the internet with it.