DEATHTOTHESUN presents: Pumps, Tingy Thick, Seafoam Walls, & Rick Guerre
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DEATH TO THE SUN presents:
Stiffened elbow tied to a loose wrist, the guitar cuts through the air like a knife, chopping out crunchy riffs that never let the angst kill the party. Couple these with perfectly round, bouncy bass lines, an unrelenting time keeper on drums, all led full charge ahead by not one, but two deadly chanteuses reminiscent of the powers that were behind X and B-52s in their upmost prime. Be ready for an assault the will get your bones shakin' and your brain a-breakin'!
TINGY THICK (West Palm)
This instrumental trio of 561 area code all-stars (jazz bae Dion Kerr, Ray Ban wearin' CJ of Cop City/Chill Pillars, and newly crowned prince of BK drum-beatin' but now bass rippin bad bad B Boy Andrew Kerr) has the formula perfected: laid back groovy grooves on the six string, analog drum mechanic beat programs, hard tappin' bass licks, and crystal guitar mists sprayed lightly above it all. Get ready to get lost in your two-step! If you're lucky, they might even do a little dippity dance-a-roo just for you, baby.
Rarely do bands' names fit their sound so perfectly. Water-washed guitars crash slowly in a subtle fury, swelling higher and higher as their steady current unravels. A whirpool of jazz, shoegaze, and post-punk with a swirl of chaotic melody, drift away in this band's surreal movements and dream-like soundscapes.
Armed with one guitar, one voice, and two sticks on skins, Rick Guerre's notebook spills tales of solitude, love, lows and celebrations. His grip on your hand is tight and slightly bloody. The fight is ugly, but also fun.
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