I had a radio show that only played bands 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.
UNTIL THE RIBBON BREAKS – A TASTE OF SILVER
This is so so overproduced but in a way that almost feels raw and dirty and ragged. It’s so weird, but I’m kind of enjoying it. It’s definitely growing on me. Oh god this is totally going to get stuck in my head later isn’t it? Damn it totally is. There’s so much going on and it’s almost overwhelming, but it reaches a point where it just barely works. The chorus is pretty great. I didn’t think so at first, but now I do. Maybe I’m being hypnotized? Yeah. That’s probably what’s happening. It’s all a trick. An illusion. I’m just going to keep listening. Yeah. That sounds good.