
Texan mash-up artists live up to their big reputation.
Sound Team - Movie MonsterPosted by Tim Karan on 08-Sep-06 @ 01:33 PM
[5/5] Sometimes it feels really great to see a band live up to the hype. Case in point: Sound Team, a group of six simple-enough-looking dudes from Texas who masterfully mash up dance-punk, Americana, rock and pop. The success of a few home-pressed releases, a dazzling EP last year and packed shows got the proper buzz machines working. However, the band have unleashed Movie Monster unfazed, on their own terms. As with the Walkmen, the Arcade Fire or Bloc Party, theirs is a simultaneously familiar/unfamiliar sound, wound up by keyboards, a Moog, electric pianos, understated guitars, and a singer who sounds like he was genetically created to bring NYC audiences to their knees. And it only gets better-and deeper-with repeated spins. Really, the only thing better than cranking this CD all summer long will be hearing your friends attempt to describe it. (CAPITOL) JR Griffin
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- Less Than Jake
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- Arrington de Dionyso
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- Celtic Frost
- Enslaved
- Greeley Estates
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- Dirty On Purpose
- The Handsome Family
- Pony Up!
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[5/5] Sometimes it feels really great to see a band live up to the hype. Case in point: Sound Team, a group of six simple-enough-looking dudes from Texas who masterfully mash up dance-punk, Americana, rock and pop. The success of a few home-pressed releases, a dazzling EP last year and packed shows got the proper buzz machines working. However, the band have unleashed Movie Monster unfazed, on their own terms. As with the Walkmen, the Arcade Fire or Bloc Party, theirs is a simultaneously familiar/unfamiliar sound, wound up by keyboards, a Moog, electric pianos, understated guitars, and a singer who sounds like he was genetically created to bring NYC audiences to their knees. And it only gets better-and deeper-with repeated spins. Really, the only thing better than cranking this CD all summer long will be hearing your friends attempt to describe it. (CAPITOL) JR Griffin

