Golden Pelicans happens to be one of the great rock ‘n’ roll bands to ever come out of Orlando, Florida. Ain’t no conspiracy whatsoever. Although, we must insist you see them live for max impact. This, however, will no doubt tide you over, with four songs striking a perfect balance between sloppy-party-punk and dive-bar-arena-rock. Solos that totally rip, drums like a beautiful drunk machine and gritty vox. Not to mention they exist at the center of the Total Punk Records / Florida’s Dying culture hub. Don’t talk yourself out of this one. Take a chance and sink your teeth into real rock minus the cheese.
NOTS hails from the Goner Records enclave of Memphis, TN, all female post-punkers (with a no-wave tinge) that formed alongside the scene stalwarts Ex-Cult. The drums? Heavy but not heavy-handed. The vox? Booming and drastic. Acerbic yet memorable synth lines, implosive guitar, and, what is often the cornerstone of the genre, bass that is imaginative, thoughtful and indisputably cold.
Watcher is a bawn ‘n’ bred Nashville, TN, blunt, post-rock menace with cutthroat precision. Riding on a wave of hard-to-find self-released cassettes, they were first introduced to the TMR family opening for Death From Above 1979 to a sold-out crowd. We invited them back shortly thereafter to open a bill with NOTS and Golden Pelicans on deck. They killed. What makes them so remarkable is the sheer power of their performance. It is always in the realm of life or death without turning existential angst against the audience. The riffs are stellar, the lyrics smart, the drumming insanely tight with three howling voices tying it all together.