Spin.com
said it best: “...upbeat, three
minute chunks of effervescent rock. It's
very easy to hear in True Love echoes of
every now-forgotten band you've ever
loved; every obscure CD you ever forced
on friends; every mislabeled MP3 you've
put on infinite repeat. In putting their
own failures behind them, True Love
triumphs for all those other bands that
never made the climb.”
notlame.com |
Bordering
on annoying on some tracks,
until some sense of familiarity begins to
set in, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah’s self-
titled debut eventually won me over with
its art-nerd brand of rock. Somehow
reminiscent of early David Byrne and
Talking Heads, I found myself humming
or whistling “Skin of My Yellow Country
Teeth” for over a week. In talking to a big
shot at Sony Music, I was stunned to find
out the NYC band had sold 20,000 CDs
on their own with no help from a record
company. Remarkable!
clapyourhandssayyeah.com
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I
recently stumbled onto this band when I
went to Asbury Lanes to see The Greenhorns. While The Greenhorns
failed to impress, this opening band from Anaheim
opened my mind to some some great
garage sounds. Trippy, goofy, weird,
powerful,fun and at times awkward, I was
captivated by their set. But the real treat
was this CD. You may have already
heard them on the soundtrack of “The
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.”
thewillowz.com
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