Bandcamp is like the proverbial hometown girlfriend. So easy, and so eager, that often when bands get ‘real’ they stop honoring it with their presence. Bandcamp doesn’t have a playlist feature, and they make you hold the music you buy in weird places (on their site or on your hard drive), and their internal search […]
In these post-Polly-Harvey days, a girl like Polly Panic needs to do more than just whack you on your head with her cello. She needs to whack you on your head with two cellos, that are mic’ed up to sound scarier than Metallica. We love it.
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Crackling production and smoking, achy vocals; it’s a quiet-ish song, but there’s nothing subtle about it. It will make you think of smoky clubs in Paris, or about swirling, trippy animations featuring girls and guns.
Solid indie music that has something interesting to say. The chorus of this song makes Johnny P’s eyes roll back into his head with ecstasy.
As we’ve stated, funkiness is an untradeable, unteachable, undefined commodity, and if you’ve got some of it, you need to protect it and cherish it like rubies. And flash it at people sometimes, like Spud Cannon does in this song.
It’s slow and fast and loud and soft, a crooning song about gun violence, with 50s harmonies and 90s guitars. Everything they attempt to do here probably shouldn’t work but it really does.
You can’t hear it yet. Because it’s not released yet. But we love it and you can hear it on our #44 podcast 😉