TOWARD SPACE: Avoid the Draft: CD

TOWARD SPACE: Avoid the Draft: CD

I’m really getting a taste of weirdness this review cycle and it suits me just fine. Toward Space are coming out of Richmond, Va. and have this crazy mix of blues swagger and spazzo-surf going on. I know that people consider wacky “sounds like…” comparisons to be lazy reviewing, but who fucking cares? Today, I’m that lazy reviewer. Here goes. Toward Space sounds like The B-52’s and Detroit Cobras smoking bath salts in the basement at a party being hosted by East Bay Ray and Kid Congo Powers. There, I did it. I will also add that I think this is great and I plan on checking out their other albums. –Ty Stranglehold (Toward Space, towardspace.bandcamp.com)