Jolting any number of tired old riffs wide awake, this New Orleans duo does not fear spinning the dial and faking you out on some unrelated intro before settling in to some sort of domestic swamp rock thunder that's suitable for howling along.
These Boston kids with a New York attitude don't have time for your little dance on the street, you better keep your eyes on where you're going. It's all an act, because under the gritty glitter and trash talk is a heart that beats warm and true.
Not exactly dance music, but very danceable music, filled with intricate pop arrangements, sly lyrics, and impeccable production.
Francophonic guitar attaque, brimming with chiming arpeggios, complicated stringular interplay, and words beyond comprehension but not understanding.