Excuse me for sounding like one of those olds you overhear at shows complaining about music not being what it used to be, but, damnit, back in my day, before a band’s name became a place for misspellings, mixed case, missed vowels, and cutesy punctuation, that name used that mean something. Take Destruction Unit, for example. They’re a band after my own heart. Would you care to guess what they sound like? They sound like they break things. That’s what they fuckin’ sound like. Electronics slamming against the sidewalk, baseball bats breaking glass, knee caps, brains, your mom’s fancy china, your sister’s heart — you name it and they’ll break it. It’s that simple and that’s the way it should be.
- October 8, 2014
That bit about friends from other bands in town gathering around a kitchen table to write and record music describes Lower Plenty to a tee. The ten, largely acoustic numbers collected on Life/Thrills are spontaneous and endearingly unpolished: The percussion often sounds like washboards or bottles and cans; the guitars are loosely strummed and tuned to good enough; and, the lyrics are often conversational in nature, gathered from bits overheard about town or supplied as the answer to the simple question, "What did you do today?" Read More