WIDE ANGLES: Self-titled: 7” EP

Take one: Vocalist sounds like: Beard inside his throat. Band smells like: Beer as a perfume. Lyrics sound like: Depression as a call to arms. Lettering looks like: Cometbus’s handwriting. Summer plans look like: Fest-bound. Sounds like the band listens to: Altaira, Tim Version, and Hot Water Music. Take two: While all the aforementioned is observable and verifiable, good bands always have a mystery; some deeply ponderous, and some, “Huh, I’m not sure why I like it, but I do.” The Wide Angles, although fitting almost too neatly into previous templates and jigs (devices that hold a piece of machine work and guides the tools operating on it; not the dance), I hear a spirit in the Wide Angles. It’ll be interesting to see how they flesh things out.  –todd (Let’s Pretend / No Breaks)