DEAR DARKNESS: Self-titled: 7”

I really don’t know what to make of this. It’s proudly pitched as surf punk, but I don’t hear the surf and barely hear the punk. What I do hear is a grunge, alternative sort of deal, with some of the most grating vocals I’ve ever heard—a tuneless caterwauling of two women “singing” at once but never together—over slow, plodding guitars. Not slow and plodding in a sludgy, Melvins way, more like a Stone Temple Pilots cassette played on a Walkman with dying batteries. –Craven Rock (Lonesome Town)