New York has definitely become the capital of noise pop. There's a casual brutality at work on this local trio's six-song 10", as mucky distortion and fuzz turn an otherwise clean post-punk style into a grimy, earthen affair. They mix it up quite a bit; one minute you're nodding your head to a controlled power-waltz such as "Go," the next you're puzzled but roused at the all-but-unlistenable maelstrom chaos of "Tell You Something." Guitarist Dave Johnson's playing is always accomplished, and as a singer he's smart enough to always sing instead of shout. This lets the band's harsh work be the lone barbarous aspect, unlike too many bands that are this gruff. Good.
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