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GRINDS- Whatcha Lookin At? (Facebook
Site) My pals Adam and Ilan kindly join me at the Browns bar most
Sundays, where we typically get drunk, have some laughs and lament the
terrible play of my hometown team. At the beginning of this season, we
kept seeing CBS promos for a new show called Unforgettable. The ads
presented it as yet another gimmicky, thinly plotted detective series, and
we instantly dubbed it Forgettable. And after a moment's pause, we
laughed about how with one dismissive word we so easily and off-handedly
condemned work that someone probably put his/her heart and soul into. (But
honestly, the show really does seem forgettable, even though I'm writing
from the perspective of never having watched it).
So after one unfocused listen
to this 5-song EP, I was tempted to slather The Grinds' brand of punchy,
kind of power popish rock 'n' roll with the Forgettable brush and be done
with it. But I'm an asshole for coming to this premature conclusion
because subsequent listens show that there really are some cool things
going on here. The energy is strong throughout, which leads me to believe
that they'd also be fun to see live (or maybe it means they'd be fun to
get it on with. Now there's something to ponder: the relationship between
a band's tempo and its collective sexual prowess). The rhythm guitar riffs
are catchy and rough in all the right places, and the drummer pretty much
knocks the shit out of his kit on every song. And while the lyrics aren't
exactly thought-provoking, vocalist Erin Wickens has a cool voice and
seems genuinely passionate, whether she's telling somebody to fuck off
("Don't Need You"), telling someone else to fuck off
("Whatcha Lookin At?") or sort of gently asking yet another
person to fuck off ("Lost Our Fun"). And now you should fuck off
and go check this out already.
For the record, my estimation
of the helpfulness/quality of this review is, of course: Forgettable. -Ben
Hunter
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