The debut full-length of Baltimore trio Thank You is a celebratory, trance-inducing romp shot through with jagged, frantic guitars, swirling instrumentation (organs, synths, jaw-harps, and harmonicas in addition to the traditional rock format) distant, hovering vocals, and occasional melancholic discordance.
I haven’t been even the least bit interested in punk-derived music in a long time, particularly bands taking their cues from 90s hardcore. Baltimore’s Witch Hat is changing that by being just weird enough (they used to lean more in the spazzy direction of Men’s Recovery Project), and just heavy enough (there’s a strong tinge […]
These guys practice in the space above my apartment. They’re good. They combine old school, no-wave chaos with blistering, drunken, punk elements, drawing in some influence from the electroacoustic stuff that’s going on in Baltimore right now. Sometimes they remind me a little bit of Lightning Bolt, only a little sloppier on purpose. They like […]
Baltimore-based quartet Arbouretum does a good job at paying homage to the city’s musical heritage, combining the slow burn of crypto-mystical Dischord band Lungfish with blues and gospel elements, making for a uniquely heady and brooding sound. They’re currently on an East Coast tour with Virginia drone folk band Pontiak.
Five feet of snow later and it looks like Baltimore’s finally done with Winter. 65 degrees and the sun shining and I’ve been re-listening to Page France’s jangly folk-pop. Rumor has it Sub Pop is doing a vinyl re-issue of Hello, Dear Wind. Huzzah! [Listen to Chariot by Page France now]
So much of the Baltimore scene seems geared towards day-glo-clad party people, so it’s nice that introspective, country-tinged folk is also well represented here in the form of Noble Lake, a Wye Oak-related project fronted by James Sarsgaard, who I hope won’t mind me calling the second coming of Townes Van Zandt.
Anointed Best New Band of 2009 by Baltimore’s City Paper, Sick Weapons embody basically what’s so great about this town — trash, and good times. They spit out sloppy, warbling, ear-piercing punk that’s more giddy than it is snarling, with frontwoman Ellie Beziat channeling Poly Styrene without being overly conscious of it. With songs like […]