PRIZZY PRIZZY PLEASE: Self-titled: CD

So I’m driving around, reviewing the latest batch of stuff and I put this on. I’m hearing muscular punk/rock with enough quirk in it to make things interesting, right? But I keep fixating on the guitar player and thinking, “Wow, this dude plays really weird. He’s really happy with the harmonics and it sounds like he bangs, rather than strums the strings.” I get to where I’m going and take a look to see who this unique guitarist is. Turns out that, outside of a lead in one tune, there is no guitar player. All that noodly, distorted racket was being laid down by a keyboard player. Of course, that ratcheted up the “cool” factor by at least twenty points.

 –jimmy (Let’s Pretend)