Stereophonics make their MMR debut with the band’s 8th studio record “Graffiti On The Train”. The newly refined and cinematic Stereophonics features strings arranged by famed James Bond composer David Arnold and is produced by Jim Lowe. Catch them during their fall tour when they hit Toronto’s Danforth Music Hall September 25th. Will Sheff shares his autobiography on Okkervil River’s latest “The Silver Gymnasium”. The John Agnello-produced 11 songs take place in the small town of Meriden, New Hampshire in 1986 which Sheff has detailed in the interactive map made by NPR. Brooklyn’s post-punk newcomers Butter The Children revisit the ghosts of classic punk on “True Crime”. The EP is the stuff the best punk is made of: a sugary dose of loud guitars, muscular bass, tsunami drums and morose lyrics about dejected wanderers. Chet Faker’s hard to come by 2012 debut EP “Thinking In Textures” has been reissued on vinyl ahead of his upcoming album later this year.
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Butter The Children Announces New EP ‘True Crime’ With Downtown Records & MapleMusic Recordings Out On August 20, 2013
Listen To Their First Single ‘Spit It Out’ HERE!
Butter The Children, a four-piece post-punk group of indie lifers from Brooklyn, is your new favorite band if you like your rock with both fangs and pop ambition. Fronted by Inna Mkrtycheva, the band includes Ray Weiss on guitar, J Boxer on bass, and Jordyn Blakely on drums.
Built from the seeds of countless cool-kid favorites (Sweet Bulbs, Night Manager, Fiasco, Le Rug) and the dust of deep-borough warehouse venues, Butter The Children successfully summons the ghosts of underground rock music history like few of their contemporaries.
On their debut EP True Crime, the band mixes the textured melancholy of The Smiths, C86 bands’ jangly guitars, the violently gauzy levitation of My Bloody Valentine and early Blondie’s sweetly-punk melodicism into a refreshingly loud, dangerous and pop-conscious dagger.
True Crime feels like those perfect old punk albums where there’s no excess – just a sugary dose of loud guitars, muscular bass, tsunami drums and morose lyrics about dejected wanderers.
1. Spit It Out