Like a man with a mullet, this guy tells it like it is.
These guys are gonna be sick!!!! And I've heard that they're playing Hopscotch too! Their musical prowess is known all over the East Coast, especially the sax player. That dude is damn sexy.
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It was at a Dave Matthews concert where I groped my first Mormon girl. I memorized all the songs on "Under the Table and Dreaming" and a year later when I knew I would rendezvous with her on a ski slope in Park City I memorized all the words to "Crash" and we had a romantic night of ice skating and star gazing and hand holding and failed boob grabbing. Not even Dave Matthews standing by my side smiling could have gotten me through those magic underpants, but goddamnit if he didn't give me the courage to try. God bless him and his wonderful early years.
This article got me pumped about some Old Ceremony! Makes me wanna have another night of crushin' Bronsons while crying in front of my turntable. Goddamn I love me some Django Haskins. I wanna be invited over to his house in a major way. I could sit on his couch while he fetches me a cocktail, and while he's in the other room, I'll slip some of his awesome into my pocket. Let's do this!
Fantastic review of an incredible new band. Gosh Grayson, you use such pretty words! And that Hopscotch Festival was just delightful!!
Churlish?! If Proclivities frontman Matt Douglas ever used that word in one of his delightful pop songs, you'd be totally fucked in trying to find the right word to criticize him for it.
Churlish. I love it.
I agree with some points that the reviwer has made, but not all. I think that Rich's VOICE is almost as definitive to the Pneurotics sound as his guitar playing, and the warming up of his voice on the record is perfect. And bands like the Pneurotics should be able to hang with young, over-eager, cool-to-suck bands that they happen to enjoy. And what's with the longing for another "Song For Grace"? It was nice, but it was a throwaway. I've heard about enough praise for bullshit acoustic nonsense like you would hear from fuckin Bombadil (thank god that embarrassment broke up) or Megafaun or some other overrated, group male singing, banjo strokin, lo-fi simpletons. What are they going to do when their fanbase graduates? The Pneurotics may be workin folks who play primarily around town, but they have REAL life stories to tell about REAL people in LOOSE fitting clothing, that are still willing to put their proverbial BALLS on your i-only-listen-to-music-on-the-weekends foreheads!!!
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