I get kinda nervous when I see a comparison to Thee Headcoats or their ilk in a press release. Y'see, I don't really rate them and figure much of the B. Childish canon to be art rock galumphing in g'rage clothing but our US cousins seem to be able to shake the positive elements about like they did and continue to do with the Beatles so I guess I'm mithering for nowt as usual. Anyway, I mention this because THEE FINE LINES introbumf namechecks that very combo but fear not because, apart from the basic feel of these their tunes having been wrought outta solid concrete, any misgivings are soon shot-blasted clean away. This perfectly formed trio hail from that home of the hits, Springfield, Mo. and thusly are well versed in the big beat that cannae be beat. Their primal stomp is as raggedy and ready as a grizzly's hindquarters and all the better for it. There's a fine line in what's served up as "garage" these days and these youngsters most definitley have it down to keep them well inside the YO zone. They rocks, they rolls and all 14 songs pinch all the right spots to leave that nice bruising you like. Their debut, self titled album is just about to hit the stores and mail order emporiums that matter on a new Austin, TX label by the name of LICORICE TREE. A place where you'll soon be able to shake down a whole crop of wild and woolly recordings. The sound of the underground that deserves to be overground awready.
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