Their imitation 12-string shimmer might scratch that R.E.M. itch, but there’s a distinct, abiding darkness crowding around the edges of the songs on their second LP, This Is Glue, that guides it somewhere cozy yet sinister.
No Sorry, the long-awaited tape-de- force from Boston darlings Birthing Hips, is packed with thrills from end to end, but even the mightiest tape can't contain the downright ridiculous amount of personality on display when these four kooks collide live.
Breezing zen-like through ten moon-drenched tracks, Chicago outfit The Hecks drill deep into the subconscious on their self-titled debut, blending despairing drone exercises with an appetite for feverish post-punk.
