After a brief moratorium in the mid-'90s, the smart bands are allowed to yell again, and folks like Deerhoof have gladly flashed their art rock IDs as license to shrill. Same with these restless Canucks, who cross Rapture strains with keening, Fiery Furnaces-esque vocals.
WE ARE HEART ATTACKS AND HAND CLAPS. WE ARE CLUSTER CHORDS AND JAGGED-POP. WE PROMOTE BAD DECORATIONS AND BAD PUNS. WE LOVE PARTY HATS AND NAUTICAL THEMES. "DELIGHTFULLY DAFT POST PUNK." "ANGULAR POWER POP." "AT TIMES THEY SOUND LIKE A GROUP OF HARCORE MUSICIANS WHO DECIDED TO TRADE IN THE AGGRO FOR PURE POP WITHOUT COMPROMISING THEIR VIGOUR" - ALEX MOLOTKOW, EXCLAIM. PAUL is the PRESIDENT OF THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE. ROB is the AMBASSADOR OF SPASTIC CLUSTER CHORDS. TIM is the OFFICER OF WRY COMMENTS AND WEAK ANKLES. SANDI is the ADMINISTRATOR OF NOVELTY ITEMS.