It’s always a treat when a good band starts really listening to themselves and getting their own distinct personalities. I don’t know if it’s unfair to say, but when Killer Dreamer started out, they sounded a lot like Toys That Kill—which is fine in my book—but the further away they get from that, the better they sound. (Because they sound like themselves, not an echo.) In one ear, I hear the Angry Samoans. In another, an action house party with zombies. In the third ear, a great amalgamation of what’s great about DIY punk rock, from Dick Army to Fleshies to Weird Lovemakers to Tulsa. Killer Dreamer seems to be saying, “Let’s kill this thing on our own.” And they do.
–todd (Jonny Cat)