These saucy synth-poppers from Washington ape Peaches' intellectual ribaldry but trade her deadpan tone for the passion such raciness deserves. But its bedroom lessons pale next to its musical instruction: The group finds a dark side in shimmering keytar hooks.
Bellingham, WA is fertile ground for musicians. The rapidly growing college town so elegantly pits a cadre of fanatical music lovers against hoards of scowling, finger wagging authorities that the rock and roll can practically be seen from space. In this fully supportive yet still elbow your way to the top environment, a synth-pop four piece known as The Trucks have been building up a sassy, sexy, heady head of steam since their inception in 2003.