"Spirit Youth" is in stores today.
"Spirit Youth" is in stores today.
This tour is fucking right! (thank you facebook user for your clever comment) PitcforkMedia announced June dates w/Pains, Surfer Blood + Hooray for Earth. 06-03 Milford, CT – Daniel Street 06-04 Rochester, NY – The German House 06-05 Buffalo, NY – The Tralf 06-06 Cleveland, OH - Beachland Ballroom 06-08 Memphis, TN – Hi Tone Cafe 06-09 Birmingham, AL - Bottletree Cafe 06-10 Tallahassee, FL – The Engine Room 06-11 Orlando, FL – Club at Firestone 06-12 Miami, FL – Grand Central 06-13 Jacksonville, FL – Jack Rabbits 06-15 Carrboro, NC – Cat’s Cradle 06-16 Washington, DC – Black Cat
Premiered by Under the Radar Mag – you can read about the VHS video here.
"Astro Coast" is in stores this week. It's receiving rave reviews - including the Best New Music tag from Pitchfork Media today. The full review from Pitchfork is here
Surfer Blood play Schubas tonite. Read the whole article in the Chicago Tribune here
The Dinowalrus is not a gatefold jacket – picture is just showing front and back. All vinyl includes mp3 download code. Coming January 19 to iTunes & eMusic, etc. - Poptartssucktoasted “It’s the way I like my noise rock; fast paced, percussive, and maintaining just enough structure to pass for actual songs.” - NY Press “Dinowalrus definitely psychs you out, and occasionally bursts into face-peeling shred, but what it really comes off as is a pre-Perestroika Krautrock broadcast picking up pirate AOR-and-disco playlists from some buried offshore wire, and then rocking that shit backwards in really tight pants. It’s pretty […]
Read Pitchfork’s Interview here
- Time Out NY “Holy Hail is a party-starting coed dance-pop quartet…this band has a fun live show and a bunch of smart, thumping tunes to its credit.” - Trash Club UK “…gospel-hop-electro-country… punctuated with the odd piercing scream….” - BigStereo.net “Make room for these guys between Love Is All and Long Blondes” PitchforkFork Media “Holy Hail has that disco played with guitars sound that is so ripe – like dirty south of The Gossip mixed with some B-52′s madness…”