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. Every day 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.
SOUR BRIDGES – HOME
Sour Bridges sounds like a candy you can buy from a weird old person candy store. Lots of banjo (and by lots I mean one) and by now you guys should all know how I feel about banjo. This is a super super low quality recording, but I think it kind of works. It sounds like a bunch of friends hanging out together that just also happen to be talented musicians. One time in high school, one of my best friends filmed myself and another friend as we sang Black Hole Sun in a bathtub full of lukewarm water (we were fully clothed). I think we also sang a song from Pocahontas. Yes, it was for a school project. This is much better than that.