There must always be a catalyst, right? (The correct answer = "Right.") In this case it's finding one of our latest eMusic purchases over at mp3hugger (see below). As previously noted, the hugger don't keep 'em posted for more than a few days, so go check out ". . .Funky Hairdo" now, and we do mean then. (You're probably already too late.) Thanks to all these great bloggers for the
Joyous noise is what we'll call it. Fuzz, grit, and a lo-fi sound that elicits comparison to days when you were younger and a bit more carefree…or at least thought you were, right? The Doozies are a DC band who released this self-titled album of burners and yearners last summer; seventeen tracks of face blistering melody and guitars that would make a great soundtrack to any night out on the town. The Doozies have mostly eschewed the ballads that you find in every album ever for a style of urgency and self produced rockers that absolutely roar out [...]
The Doozies - "Independence Day" "Edmund, you're a witch." Tate was a bright 3, his child from Jen, by whom he was divorced the previous year. "A witch?! But witches are women!" He sat on the arm of the armchair, his long belted coat draped like a flag over his shoulders; he couldn't stay long. "I don't care," said Tate, he had a way of not looking at you when he talked to you, which implied an intelligence, a rudeness, and also nothing at at all. "What makes you think I'm a witch?" said Edmund. [...]