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FROM BADMINTONSTAMPS.COM
It feels like it’s been ages since the Trocadero Balcony has had anything legitimately Thursday night-worthy, but lo, the drought ends here and now. Greyhounds (pic’d), one of the most promising new musical developments in the 2-1-5, works out the kind of rag tag rock you’d expect from a band that’s been holed up in the studio with Bill Moriarty (Dr. Dog, Man Man), and darned if that’s not exactly what the doctor ordered on an almost cool September eve like this. You might as well catch ’em now, since after their show alongside a certain clapping, yeah-ing band later this fall, they’ll likely be a much harder ticket to snag.
FROM PHILADELHIA WEEKLY
When Daniel Ralston, who books shows at the Kensington South Forum, decided to start a band... it was anyone’s guess what it might sound like. Turns out it’s less like the freak-folk of Daniel’s pals (I’m looking at you, Devendra) and more like the songs of his hero Bruce Springsteen. Actually, Bands of Gold is maximum R&B, piling time-warp guitars and fiery organ around Daniel’s nonchalant, half-raspy singing. Animal Blood is artier and more emotive, but with the same meat-and-potatoes charm... (Doug Wallen)
Last month at the Khyber I was chatting near the bar with Bag of Songs music blogger Tom Szwech, a longtime eyewitness to the Philadelphia music scene, who noted that unlike 10 to 15 years ago—when truly good local rock bands were tougher to sniff out—these days you can walk into almost any Philly rock club on any given night and randomly catch at least one or two exciting, promising acts. And then, almost as if on cue, local quartet Greyhounds started playing, and I was quickly won over by their jangly, melody-rich tunes, which referenced a couple decades of Britpop and sometimes sounded like a hyper version of Galaxie 500. (Michael Alan Goldberg)
FROM PHILEBRITY.com
..._________sounds like the Libertines as told to Okkervill River, if that makes any sense, with the weird orange color of Darkness On The Edge Of Town swirled in for good measure. They are destined to become blog rock superstars, and here, we present to you some world-premiere mp3 stylings. These are from the 5-song______ demo thats floating around, recorded in a single afternoon in, we shit you not, an Airstream trailer in someones backyard in Allentown. I know this will sound crazy, but I see the beginnings of true greatness here. Mark these words______ will be bigger than, like, Teenage Fanclub this time next year.
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