We’re deep into the back half of “Greetings from Orlando,” and show no signs of slowing down. Only one more set left. Enjoy.
The Haroux – “Suzie Baby”
I’m really excited about what’s to come for The Haroux. Their first EP will be released in the next few months, and they’ve already proven themselves with their live show. “Suzie Baby” is an impressive taste of what’s to come. The song starts as bare bones garage rock, but when the effects kick in, the song takes on new life. The vocals drone over the top of the instrumentation, effectively tying the two halves together. If you enjoy The Haroux’s Tame Impala-esque sonic experimentation, stay tuned, because “Suzie Baby” is just the tip of the iceberg.
Hear more from The Haroux on their Bandcamp!
ButterQueen – “Cover Up”
ButterQueen holds a special place in this blogger’s black heart. One of my earliest articles was covering a show featuring the three-some, and they gave me some much appreciated support. My first impression of Butterqueen: “Composed of one part Wet Nurse, one part Basements of Florida, and one part Tam Tam the Sandwich Man, this Frankenstein’s Monster came out swinging…Vocal duties [alternate] between salty and sweet, but their sound is all sleaze.” “Cover Up” keeps the whisky dreams alive, with a Stone’s influenced riff and numerous vocal melodies. Although ButterQueen may not be the most thought provoking Orlando band, they are without a doubt one of the raunchiest, and there music will keep you drinking, fighting, and fucking all night long.
ButterQueen survive on a diet of booze and cigarettes on their self-titled release out now!
Pasty Cline – “Fixed Point In Time”
Pasty Cline is like folk music put through a blender: messy, crass, and loud as hell. This solo-project by Girl on the Beach’s Connor Safran is a radical departure from his other work, and let’s us see another side of his musical personality. The whole song sounds like it was recorded with a shitty microphone in a single take. There’s an electric guitar buzzing in my ear, whilst Safran’s distorted voice blast through my speakers. The minimalist percussion consists of a thumping which evokes footsteps. One man, one message. Golden.
Haven’t gotten your fix? It’s okay. Pasty Cline has a whole album of jams just waiting.