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Gracie brought the bummer jams to TT’s and dragged everybody down in the best possible way. I dig the despair.
Gracie
“Jesse”
2014
Self described “bummer jam” artist Gracie delivers on that stylistic promise. “Jesse” is a dissonant, down-tempo number. At the risk of being cheekily alliterative, I could have thrown desperate, droning, dreary or dirge-like into that mix. It’s depressing stuff, for sure, but darkness can be therapeutic. Sometimes being in a funk is good for the soul. Misery loves company. Darkest before dawn. All that jazz. Here’s your soundtrack. Besides, the fuzzed out guitar melodies and angelic backing vocals sound good enough to crack at least a bit of a smile, no matter your mood.
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Fat Creeps bent genres and hypnotized with harmonies at Fuzzstival.
Harmonies. Those harmonies! Fat Creeps have curiously intertwining harmonies on top of their garage/surf/fuzz/jangle inflected tunes and I love them for it.
Fat Creeps are deft dealers of fuzzed out anti-bliss. I got to O’Brien’s just as they were kicking off a night presented by the folks over at Allston Pudding. The place was already packed. For good reason. Listening to Fat Creeps’ intertwining harmonies in a sweaty rock club was the perfect remedy to the bitter cold that had descended upon the city.
Here are Fat Creeps rocking “Cherry” from their new EP at Precinct this past Friday night. You can check out photos from the show right here.
Fat Creeps buzzed their way through another set at Precinct with snappy beats and lyrical wit. Dig it.
Well, we’ve reached the end of WFNX’s long, slow goodbye. What started with the We Want The Airwaves: A WFNX Tribute at the Paradise closes out at a venue down the street. Michael Marotta organized this three-night Boston Accents Funeral Party at Great Scott to send the station’s Boston-centric show out with a bang. Night #1 started with an angelic set of garage pop by Fat Creeps.
When I caught Fat Creeps at PA’s a couple of months ago they seemed detached and indifferent. I found their nonchalance to be quite intriguing. Saturday night at Precinct was different. Fat Creeps were still low-key cool, but this time around they fed off of the crowd’s enthusiastic response.
The engagingly indifferent indie pop of Fat Creeps reverberated through PA’s on Friday night.
