Let’s split some skinny jeans – here’s some head-boppers from Brooklyn’s Lame Drivers and Portland, OR’s The Woolen Men to get you moving. Do you like hip-cocking to a jolted two-note riff with snotty cheerleader/Macbeth witch an-nun-ci-a-ted verses? You’re joining the squad for the sing-along chorus forty seconds into “Headhunting.” Do you like a moodier stream of TV-static distortion, floor tom thumps, and multi-tracked coos? Smear your eyeliner and give in to “Excess.” Do you like lean pop cycles with hand-clap snare and tin-thin, rat’s nest cassette guitar solos? Scream with your fellow “Deaf Americans.” Do you like the dead-stare love songs of Brit post-punk but with Vincent Price organ? Pile into the “Frozen Car (Terminals).”
No excuse, you can’t escape – these songs are too damn infectious. Since I can’t seem to get my time machine working to return to O’Brien’s last May to buy this in person, you can get one of 9 left from Sleeping Giant Glossolalia.