We know Neal Ward and the various bands he’s front. So The Hit Dogs just released their first album – “Without Further Ado” – and they’ve moved from their grunge and Pearl Jam influences of their previous bands.
So glad this band has come into my life. Fantastic garage rock, classic rock-n-roll, fronted by this wonderful singer – all attitude and crassness and depraved sexual shenanigans.
Yup – I’ve listened to this a hundred times this week alone. There’s something so intimate in the male/female vocals – this conversation about miscommunication and mixed signals that leads to a break up.
So fun. Some shagadelic updating of 1950s/1960s surf pop. Like if Austin Powers was fronting The Strokes.
It’s so refreshing when an underground band ventures into new territory and absolutely creates music of such epic beauty.
This beauty starts as prickly post punk, with all sharp angles and pounding vocal-less chorus, and then it morphs, has a quick drum flourish, picks up speed, and falls back into a half-paced shaggy Pavement tune.
“I’m foaming at the mouth for you” – the ultimate lovey statement that you want to sing to your sweetie from the stage.
I’ve been friends with Jenna Duvall and Ian Duvall for a couple of years, through being a fan of their band. So I was eagerly awaiting their latest release. This song blew away all expectations.
This is such a wonderful delicious mess – in all its splendor. “Man With A Knife” has a wonderful attitude – and by wonderful I mean truly crappy. Just the worst attitude ever.