The Twerps
Jason Kelly (Wax Museums) and Andrew Savage (Teenage Cool Kids), two unkempt nerdlingers from Denton Texas with lot of buzz surrounding them. Check out this single, the better I think of the whopping two they have released so far, to hear what the hubbub is about. It’s good mix of all the right seasonings, soul, pop, garage, and I think I hear sage in there.
Fergus and Geronimo
South Park’s Eric Cartman once postulated that “Gingers”, people with red hair, have no souls. To find proof to the contrary you need look no further than Chicago’s White Mystery, a duo consisting of the venerable Alex White of Alex White and the Red Orchestra fame and her little brother Francis. Alex sings like Grace Slick and makes her guitar snarl, while young Francis beats the drums like a mental patient. It’s a rip roar’n, foot stomp’n, hip shake’n garage attack that undoubtedly would be even better live. If only I lived in Chicago. (Hozac, 2009)
This is a three piece band out of Albany, New York with penchant for cute garage pop that sounds like its right out of 1964. Two guys and a girl making music that sounds like the Archies meets the Sonics, or some equally silly comparison. Eric LaGrange’s presence in the band may interest some who remember him from such bands as the Romance Novels. But don’t expect anything like the Novels here, these songs are tight, rocking and gosh gee willikers, pretty fucking swell. (Hozac, 2009)
These two ladies from Melbourne Australia make a garage rock sound so primitive that it ultimately mirrors their inhospitable continent; harsh, venomous, ablaze, but irresistibly beautiful. The girls rip and tare at their instruments like two sexy ayatollahs of rock and rollas. It’s loud, disjointed, stripped down to the wires but crackling with soul. (Aarght! Records,2009)
Here is some more great music from the Great White North. The White Wires are an adorable little three piece band hailing from Ottawa who play super charged, supper fun, super catchy power pop tunes guaranteed to make you move. Crazy kids. Go to their shows, buy their swag. (Trouble In Mind, 2009)
The much anticipated debut LP from this New Jersey band is certainly worth picking up. Simple melodies are slowed down, baked in the sun, medicated with corona and weed and numbed with monotony to create a sort of Sunny Afternoon Nap Pop. Call it what you like, there is a lot of this fuzzy indie low-fi being made these days, but Real Estate, though perhaps not the best choice for long late night car rides, stands out as premo stuff. (Woodsist, 2009)
