To add a bit to Nørb’s astute commentary, Pelvis Wesley have mastered the born-in-a-cement-mixer tumbling of Dick Army, the vocal and enunciation pattern of John Ransom of the Smut Peddlers (weird), and the “feels like winter, but it’s entirely danceable and powerful” feel of Rites of Spring. Oh My Goodness… sounds like it was recorded through gigantic sponges, but that’s part of the charm. Contains quite possibly the first song I’ve ever heard dedicated to the art of zine making, too. (“A cut and paste fighter, from Zapf Chancery to American Typewriter.”) Neat.
–todd (Pelvis Wesley)