Indebted to classic kraut, dreamy Creation-records psychedelia, and the primitive-crunch of late-80s Seattle, Zachary Cole Smith's Brooklyn-based indie rockers yield a multiplicity of textures, lyrical themes, and moods.
Dark and honest to a fault, their songs are dynamic, loud, quiet, sad; they are songs that hiss and snarl with vocals layered legibly on top of tidal waves of shimmering guitar and melodic bass weaving in and out, leaving a distinct and indelible imprint.