Kooky, laconic pop delivered with a mute trumpet and a resigned sigh.
These Brooklyn tales spun across a kind of chaotic grandeur, quintet Rubblebucket have been shaking scenes on the East Coast for some time and more recently over in Europe during Summer 2014 including a spot at Glasto.
Thursday 10 July 2014
Fizzy Blood - January Sun
Of course there is the Josh Homme ghost in this machine with the heavy riffs and kooky, detuned fretplay. Notably though, this feisty foursome from Leeds punch without the pomp and peyote-in-the-salad-bowl than the Californians. They square up with globules of UK punk and the muscle of US hardcore.
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