Three concrete-solid, organ-heavy tunes that are blunt on impact (there’s no “trying to figure the song out” fineries), that effectively hold up to repeated listens, and includes an ex-Motard in its lineup. Although this three-songer has the checklist of “what is this new new wave doohickey?” marked off, these tracks seem much more genre-resilient and muscle flexing than most of the dandy poofs who are trotting out their keyboards and prancing around like helium-filled robots in striped shirts. Headache City’s got a bite and you can tap your toes along to them. What’s not to like?
–todd (Shit Sandwich)