Anybody who keeps up with this column semi-regularly should've gathered by now my girlish attraction to jangly guitars, the seed of which was planted by one too many 5-hour road trips down I-90 listening to my mother play Eponymous on loop. Anybody who keeps up with this column should also know that I hover towards driving drum patterns, and intelligent lyrics, and elaborate metaphors involving colors, sex or hunting.(ok...I've only really done the hunting thing once.)
So, when you listen to today's download-- titular track from Mary Onettes' latest EP, Dare-- you shouldn't be that surprised. The Mary Onettes play like the National's illegitimate twin brother, smuggled away in the dead of night to Sweden, raised on bubblegum pop singles, ZooBooks, and Planet Earth DVDs. They're a serious bunch, but if the soaring melodies and train-travel riffs of their singles are any indication the EP (a-comin' to the USA April 29th, courtesy of Labrador Records) is worth a definite eye. They are indie-- oh, how they are indie-- but in the best possible way. There's nothing a descending violin line can't rock.
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