Tuesday, June 07, 2005
The Willowz
One of the inter-nets radio shows (colloquially known as "podcasts") that I like to listen to on the bus is the Daily Sonic. Every show they do a sort of spotlight on some band that you have most likely (99% chance) never heard of. Crazy bands like the Clogs, or Low, or (aww, you guessed!) the Willowz.
The Willowz are a garage-punk band out of Anaheim that have been around for a few years now and have a couple of albums out there, and I can't recommend their self-titled debut enough. On the 'Sonic, Aaron claimed to not be able to listen to the Willowz while at a computer. Their music has so much energy that it just makes you want to go out and do stuff, he said, and for the most part, he's right. The album is only about 20 minutes long, but it feels more like 5. This isn't such a bad thing, though, because I always find myself listening to it several times in a sitting.
Aaron also said that the Willowz's (how do you pluralize things that end in 'z'?) music was for those that don't care. For those who just let life take them whereever they end up; for those whose idea of a fun time would be getting a mohawk, smoking 10 cigarettes at once while surfing the Big Kahuna with a monkey on a leash and singing at the top of their lungs. The word I would use would be aloof; it's not quite happy, nor is it particularly rebellious, but it has a feeling like the band is just there to have fun and play music, and if shit happens, it happens.
The album is like a little placebo of fun. Each track gets slammed into your ears, rapid-fire shotgun style, from the opening chatter of "Meet Your Demise" and through the boppy "Get Down". While things slow down a little bit halfway through with "I Wonder", the music gradually gets right back up to the speed it started at by the end of the disc, leaving you ready for another go around, like a good rollercoaster.
I picked up this one over at eMusic.com, but I hear tell it's available in dinosaur media as well. ¶ 6:56 p.m.
One of the inter-nets radio shows (colloquially known as "podcasts") that I like to listen to on the bus is the Daily Sonic. Every show they do a sort of spotlight on some band that you have most likely (99% chance) never heard of. Crazy bands like the Clogs, or Low, or (aww, you guessed!) the Willowz.
The Willowz are a garage-punk band out of Anaheim that have been around for a few years now and have a couple of albums out there, and I can't recommend their self-titled debut enough. On the 'Sonic, Aaron claimed to not be able to listen to the Willowz while at a computer. Their music has so much energy that it just makes you want to go out and do stuff, he said, and for the most part, he's right. The album is only about 20 minutes long, but it feels more like 5. This isn't such a bad thing, though, because I always find myself listening to it several times in a sitting.
Aaron also said that the Willowz's (how do you pluralize things that end in 'z'?) music was for those that don't care. For those who just let life take them whereever they end up; for those whose idea of a fun time would be getting a mohawk, smoking 10 cigarettes at once while surfing the Big Kahuna with a monkey on a leash and singing at the top of their lungs. The word I would use would be aloof; it's not quite happy, nor is it particularly rebellious, but it has a feeling like the band is just there to have fun and play music, and if shit happens, it happens.
The album is like a little placebo of fun. Each track gets slammed into your ears, rapid-fire shotgun style, from the opening chatter of "Meet Your Demise" and through the boppy "Get Down". While things slow down a little bit halfway through with "I Wonder", the music gradually gets right back up to the speed it started at by the end of the disc, leaving you ready for another go around, like a good rollercoaster.
I picked up this one over at eMusic.com, but I hear tell it's available in dinosaur media as well. ¶ 6:56 p.m.
