I like music. I have a band. I’m gonna tell you all about it.
What I look for in rock: guitars, melody, guitars, energy, guitars, and guitars.
Can we get local?
*Pulls shades shut*
*Sits at stark office desk*
*Puts on glasses*
*Stares at you, frowning, for too long*
Everyone is so serious when talking about local bands. Like they’re a heavy responsibility. A cross to bear. Or perhaps an albatross to wear.
Maybe that’s the eggshell effect. Egos are fragile, and shit gets real when you’re typing words that PEPOLE YOU KNOW might read. Internet commenters, you will never have to feel this particular anxiety. But alas, I am not anonymous. Merely wallowing in obscurity.
Anyway, screw all that. I like Minty Rosa. I like their album Pretty Please. You may think that they’re too far into the Punk realm for me. You’re wrong. Short energetic bursts of metal tinged rock. I believe they used to call it Hard Rock before the Cafes took it over? I dunno. They’re loud, punchy, have some great hooks, and Hilarie belts out choruses from the very core of her being. Did I mention the songs are short? My favorite ones seem only more so.
So yeah, you’re missing out is what I’m saying.