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Before the Babies If you look at a band like, say, you would a basketball team, you’d find that the Cheats utilize all their team’s players’ skills to the hilt. Drummer Enzo Hermoza and bassist Manny Tanglao are a formidable rhythm section showcasing tight interlocking grooves that form the backbone; guitarists Mau Torralba, Jason Caballa, and Kyle Quismundo weave in and out, complementing each other; and the voices of Saab Magalona, Candy Gamos, and Jim Bacarro, each one taking turns on lead or melding beautiful threepart harmonies together. All of these elements in tandem make Cheats one of my favorite teams, I mean bands… today.
Catharsis of the Mind EP “Too weird to live, but much too rare to die.” This was the only information that greeted me when I first got on Northern Man’s soundcloud page—a statement that automatically piqued my interest. The fourpiece psychedelic band whose aptly titled new EP Catharsis of the Mind is exactly that, a sonic cleansing of the mind. Its highlight is the atmospheric “Low Pi,” a track that meanders along with swirly guitars and otherworldly atmospherics, but also managing to channel unlikely inspirations like Shuggie Otis in the process of its journey, which is a high complement I can give any song.
Remuda Triangle On the band’s fourth release Remuda Triangle, the dangerous five-piece is once again ahead of the curve, much like it did in the mid-2000s when its debut all but made “Disco Punk” part of the local music vernacular. Be warned, though, Disco Punk, this is not. It’s an album that feels equally as challenging as it is easy to one’s ears. Merging experimental soundscapes and fuzzy guitars with earthshattering grooves that tap into our primal urge to dance. Simultaneously creating a feeling of comfort that you know where all this is going, until they pull the rug from under you. Pedicab’s best and most fully realized album yet.
The Gory Orgies
Gonzo Blitz When I hear a band whose sensibilities, musically or otherwise, kind of mirror mine, I obviously get excited. Music made by young self-aware people trying to usurp the old fogies like myself and finally get rid of them once in for all. I probably made all that all up—but yeah, that’s exactly how I felt the first time I heard the band. Part Pavement, part Beefheart and Modest Mouse in spots, and a bit of The Fall thrown in for good measure. If only this old fart knew what “smegmacore” meant, maybe I could still be spared, but alas… do yourselves a favor and listen to these guys and you can thank me later.