by Jeff Milo
You get a verse. It's a bluesy little bit that gets increasingly distorted as we tighten up to a fitful explosion of guitars, effectively communicating the storminess of young love on the verge of collapse. It'll get better, this Toledo duo persuades you, vocals flitting up to a sensitive falsetto over warm pianos -their organic sounding acoustics are augmented against the turbocharged roar of those pedal-fired bass licks, sounds like a super-rigged jet-ski whipping over waves of napalm. Soft to surge, smooth soulful indie-garage type pop into fuck-all psychedelic noise-rock.
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