Big Eyes: Confidence trumps style. Style is bought and sold. Confidence is earned. Big Eyes are getting gnarly: stomping, thick, badass. Kate’s time spent with Nato Coles and Amos Pitsch was well served. Like Lemmy, when she plays, she’s a nine-foot-tall lion. Mean Jeans: Piping in processed foods (Velveeta) over The Martian Chronicles (totally worth re-reading), and splashed with infinity-speed Coors Light, the Mean Jeans are fucking zero-gravity effortless. As much as interpretive dance about grant funding sucks, the Mean Jeans rule. If Rock’n’roll High School was a real place, the Mean Jeans’ got diplomas and are still happily working in the cafeteria. Shityeah. Originals and one cover of one another’s band. Pretty perfect.
–todd (Dirtnap, Dirtnaprecs.com)