Once upon a time, I had a radio show that only played bands currently performing in the district. That show is super dead, so we’ve resurrected it (with way more words and far less radio) in the form of this column. Everyday I’ll review a song from a band playing in D.C. that night. The rules are, 1. I can only listen to the song once and 2. I only have until the end of the song to finish my review.
CLONES OF CLONES – I DON’T NEED YOUR LOVE
I hope this band is very science fiction-y… Nope. Not at all. I like the dissonance between the very clear and pristine music and the super distorted vocals. That’s kind of cool. For a second I swear the frontman was singing “and your butt is always growing,” but that cannot be true. It would be hilarious though… and very strange. This song is okay. I’m not psyched about it, but I don’t hate it at all.