So I’m zipping around the house like a really large wasp who can’t fly and We Ragazzi is treble-keening through the speakers, and I am utterly in love. Who the hell are these guys? Please tell me they don’t already have five records out and everybody except me already knows that they’re cool. They’ve got that 2002 NYC rock sound down pat: all their high energy permanently threatening terminal velocity, the whole project joyously immersed in rock affect, their chops smart and loose and sick, sick, sick. Neatly clipped guitar melodies, tossed-off vocal lines that studiously avoid getting all emotional but aren’t averse to being expressive. Me, I go for over-emotive when I can get it, but what do I know? What the New York rock bands like, anyhow, is good posture, by which I mean a whole lot more than I’m going to say outright, because that would involve more outright thought than what I’ve got right now.
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