Frankie & The Witch Fingers with Bolero!
There's long been a growl festering in the West, an earthen rumble fed by tectonic tension, acrid smoke, and sun-parched air. The brew has boiled over lately, a pressure-cooked chaos that can no longer be contained. The growl has grown to a howl.. the howl is at the door. Few are as ready to meet the madness head on as Frankie and the Witch Fingers. On their new album, Data Doom, the band hurtles the listener head first into the wood-chipper of technological dystopia, systemic rot, creeping fascism, the military-industrial profit mill, and a near-constant erosion of humanity that peels away the soul bit by bit. With a fuse lit by these modern-day monstrosities the band seeks to find salvation through a thousand watt wake-up of rock n' roll exfoliation.
After tearing through the tender heart of the Midwest, Frankie and the Witch Fingers found themselves clamped down on the fried edges of Los Angeles, carving out a niche that's equal parts molten tar pit teardown and cataclysmic careen. Following releases on Hypnotic Bridge, Let's Pretend, and Permanent, the band landed between the twin barbs of Greenway and The Reverberation Appreciation Society, a perfect fit for their frenetic blend of rhythmic whiplash and sonic soul shake. Anchored by songwriters Dylan Sizemore and Josh Menashe, the band has kept a rotating door of friends and collaborators moving through their midst over the past few years, coalescing post-pandemic into a symbiotic stage beast that's become the beating heart of their new album, Data Doom. Bassist Nikki "Pickle" Smith and drummer Nick Aguilar have been road-hardened and readied over the last year, laying the groundwork for the new record's 300 pounds of pummel and propulsion.
That heft was hurtled onto tape in the band's Vernon, CA studio space. The locale let the city's grit creep into the crevices of their new record, a wild swing at the sternum that hits the listener like an adrenaline shot to the heart. Wiping away the haze of stoned-ape psychedelics that permeated their opus Monsters Eating People Eating Monsters... the band favors an asphalt assault of rock, riff, and amphetamine rhythm. As they've wound out of the last phase, their sound, over a series of singles, has begun to thicken and throb. It's coalesced into a darker strain that ingests the explosive impulses of gas-crisis-era proto-punk, the rhythmic insistence of 70's German Progressives, and the elasticity of funk fusionists alike. They've welded their arsenal of influences to a chassis of nail-bitten bombast that drives Data Doom into the midst of the maelstrom.
The band has shared bills with Kikagaku Moyo, Ty Segall, Oh Sees, Cheap Trick, and ZZ Top, churning their stage-side scorch into household recognition -- burning through a barrage of multicolored vinyl pressings and sparring with indie heavyweights for Billboard chart positions. Data Doom looks to cement that status, a sinewy slab cut on the stone of social collapse and licking the blade in anticipation of what's to come. "Never name the darkness itself," intones Sizemore, but the darkness is already here, embedded in every moment, inextricable from the capital, sabbatical, sustenance, and solace of the modern age. Data Doom is the elixir and the exorcism, it's the reformation rendered in rock 'n roll.
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Over the course of five years and five LP's, L.A. veterans, Frankie and the Witch Fingers, have been mutating and perfecting their high-powered rock n' roll sound. After savagely touring the USA and Europe, this four-headed beast has shown no signs of relenting--appearing like summoned daemons and dosing crowds with cerebral party fuel.
The main attraction of Frankie and the Witch Fingers is their explosive performance. With their rowdy and visceral approach to live shows, each member brings their own devilry to induce an experience of bacchanal proportions.
Using absurd lyrical imagery--soaked in hallucination, paranoia, and lust--the band's M.O. strikes into dark yet playful territory. This sense of radical duality is astir at every turn, in every time signature change. Airy vocal harmonies over heavily-serrated riffs. Low-key shamanic roots under vivid high-strangeness. Rambling stretches and punctuated licks. Cutting heads and kissing lips. All this revealing a stereophonic schizophrenia that has flowed throughout their body of work: an ebb & flow of flowery-poppy horror.
The band's latest incarnation is primed to break new sonic ground, edging into the funky and preternatural. Just when you think the trip couldn't get any weirder, Frankie and the Witch Fingers cranks up the dial, shatters the mundane, and summons new visions. https://frankieandthewitchfingers.com/
Monsterwatch has been grabbing the attention of the punk scene since 2018. Formed in Seattle in 2017 by frontman John Spinney, he later met bassist Ben Parker and drummer David Cubine when he made the move from New Hampshire to Seattle to form the band. Monsterwatch is best known for their extremely energetic live shows. Unleashing friendly chaos into their crowds and bringing melodic riffs that pack a lot of heavy alongside Spinney's catchy yet sarcastic vocal style. You just have to check it out for yourself.
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There's long been a growl festering in the West, an earthen rumble fed by tectonic tension, acrid smoke, and sun-parched air. The brew has boiled over lately, a pressure-cooked chaos that can no longer be contained. The growl has grown to a howl.. the howl is at the door. Few are as ready to meet the madness head on as Frankie and the Witch Fingers. On their new album, Data Doom, the band hurtles the listener head first into the wood-chipper of technological dystopia, systemic rot, creeping fascism, the military-industrial profit mill, and a near-constant erosion of humanity that peels away the soul bit by bit. With a fuse lit by these modern-day monstrosities the band seeks to find salvation through a thousand watt wake-up of rock n' roll exfoliation.
After tearing through the tender heart of the Midwest, Frankie and the Witch Fingers found themselves clamped down on the fried edges of Los Angeles, carving out a niche that's equal parts molten tar pit teardown and cataclysmic careen. Following releases on Hypnotic Bridge, Let's Pretend, and Permanent, the band landed between the twin barbs of Greenway and The Reverberation Appreciation Society, a perfect fit for their frenetic blend of rhythmic whiplash and sonic soul shake. Anchored by songwriters Dylan Sizemore and Josh Menashe, the band has kept a rotating door of friends and collaborators moving through their midst over the past few years, coalescing post-pandemic into a symbiotic stage beast that's become the beating heart of their new album, Data Doom. Bassist Nikki "Pickle" Smith and drummer Nick Aguilar have been road-hardened and readied over the last year, laying the groundwork for the new record's 300 pounds of pummel and propulsion.
That heft was hurtled onto tape in the band's Vernon, CA studio space. The locale let the city's grit creep into the crevices of their new record, a wild swing at the sternum that hits the listener like an adrenaline shot to the heart. Wiping away the haze of stoned-ape psychedelics that permeated their opus Monsters Eating People Eating Monsters... the band favors an asphalt assault of rock, riff, and amphetamine rhythm. As they've wound out of the last phase, their sound, over a series of singles, has begun to thicken and throb. It's coalesced into a darker strain that ingests the explosive impulses of gas-crisis-era proto-punk, the rhythmic insistence of 70's German Progressives, and the elasticity of funk fusionists alike. They've welded their arsenal of influences to a chassis of nail-bitten bombast that drives Data Doom into the midst of the maelstrom.
The band has shared bills with Kikagaku Moyo, Ty Segall, Oh Sees, Cheap Trick, and ZZ Top, churning their stage-side scorch into household recognition -- burning through a barrage of multicolored vinyl pressings and sparring with indie heavyweights for Billboard chart positions. Data Doom looks to cement that status, a sinewy slab cut on the stone of social collapse and licking the blade in anticipation of what's to come. "Never name the darkness itself," intones Sizemore, but the darkness is already here, embedded in every moment, inextricable from the capital, sabbatical, sustenance, and solace of the modern age. Data Doom is the elixir and the exorcism, it's the reformation rendered in rock 'n roll.
~~~~~~~~~
Over the course of five years and five LP's, L.A. veterans, Frankie and the Witch Fingers, have been mutating and perfecting their high-powered rock n' roll sound. After savagely touring the USA and Europe, this four-headed beast has shown no signs of relenting--appearing like summoned daemons and dosing crowds with cerebral party fuel.
The main attraction of Frankie and the Witch Fingers is their explosive performance. With their rowdy and visceral approach to live shows, each member brings their own devilry to induce an experience of bacchanal proportions.
Using absurd lyrical imagery--soaked in hallucination, paranoia, and lust--the band's M.O. strikes into dark yet playful territory. This sense of radical duality is astir at every turn, in every time signature change. Airy vocal harmonies over heavily-serrated riffs. Low-key shamanic roots under vivid high-strangeness. Rambling stretches and punctuated licks. Cutting heads and kissing lips. All this revealing a stereophonic schizophrenia that has flowed throughout their body of work: an ebb & flow of flowery-poppy horror.
The band's latest incarnation is primed to break new sonic ground, edging into the funky and preternatural. Just when you think the trip couldn't get any weirder, Frankie and the Witch Fingers cranks up the dial, shatters the mundane, and summons new visions. https://frankieandthewitchfingers.com/
Monsterwatch has been grabbing the attention of the punk scene since 2018. Formed in Seattle in 2017 by frontman John Spinney, he later met bassist Ben Parker and drummer David Cubine when he made the move from New Hampshire to Seattle to form the band. Monsterwatch is best known for their extremely energetic live shows. Unleashing friendly chaos into their crowds and bringing melodic riffs that pack a lot of heavy alongside Spinney's catchy yet sarcastic vocal style. You just have to check it out for yourself.
Frankie & The Witch Fingers with Bolero!
There's long been a growl festering in the West, an earthen rumble fed by tectonic tension, acrid smoke, and sun-parched air. The brew has boiled over lately, a pressure-cooked chaos that can no longer be contained. The growl has grown to a howl.. the howl is at the door. Few are as ready to meet the madness head on as Frankie and the Witch Fingers. On their new album, Data Doom, the band hurtles the listener head first into the wood-chipper of technological dystopia, systemic rot, creeping fascism, the military-industrial profit mill, and a near-constant erosion of humanity that peels away the soul bit by bit. With a fuse lit by these modern-day monstrosities the band seeks to find salvation through a thousand watt wake-up of rock n' roll exfoliation.
After tearing through the tender heart of the Midwest, Frankie and the Witch Fingers found themselves clamped down on the fried edges of Los Angeles, carving out a niche that's equal parts molten tar pit teardown and cataclysmic careen. Following releases on Hypnotic Bridge, Let's Pretend, and Permanent, the band landed between the twin barbs of Greenway and The Reverberation Appreciation Society, a perfect fit for their frenetic blend of rhythmic whiplash and sonic soul shake. Anchored by songwriters Dylan Sizemore and Josh Menashe, the band has kept a rotating door of friends and collaborators moving through their midst over the past few years, coalescing post-pandemic into a symbiotic stage beast that's become the beating heart of their new album, Data Doom. Bassist Nikki "Pickle" Smith and drummer Nick Aguilar have been road-hardened and readied over the last year, laying the groundwork for the new record's 300 pounds of pummel and propulsion.
That heft was hurtled onto tape in the band's Vernon, CA studio space. The locale let the city's grit creep into the crevices of their new record, a wild swing at the sternum that hits the listener like an adrenaline shot to the heart. Wiping away the haze of stoned-ape psychedelics that permeated their opus Monsters Eating People Eating Monsters... the band favors an asphalt assault of rock, riff, and amphetamine rhythm. As they've wound out of the last phase, their sound, over a series of singles, has begun to thicken and throb. It's coalesced into a darker strain that ingests the explosive impulses of gas-crisis-era proto-punk, the rhythmic insistence of 70's German Progressives, and the elasticity of funk fusionists alike. They've welded their arsenal of influences to a chassis of nail-bitten bombast that drives Data Doom into the midst of the maelstrom.
The band has shared bills with Kikagaku Moyo, Ty Segall, Oh Sees, Cheap Trick, and ZZ Top, churning their stage-side scorch into household recognition -- burning through a barrage of multicolored vinyl pressings and sparring with indie heavyweights for Billboard chart positions. Data Doom looks to cement that status, a sinewy slab cut on the stone of social collapse and licking the blade in anticipation of what's to come. "Never name the darkness itself," intones Sizemore, but the darkness is already here, embedded in every moment, inextricable from the capital, sabbatical, sustenance, and solace of the modern age. Data Doom is the elixir and the exorcism, it's the reformation rendered in rock 'n roll.
~~~~~~~~~
Over the course of five years and five LP's, L.A. veterans, Frankie and the Witch Fingers, have been mutating and perfecting their high-powered rock n' roll sound. After savagely touring the USA and Europe, this four-headed beast has shown no signs of relenting--appearing like summoned daemons and dosing crowds with cerebral party fuel.
The main attraction of Frankie and the Witch Fingers is their explosive performance. With their rowdy and visceral approach to live shows, each member brings their own devilry to induce an experience of bacchanal proportions.
Using absurd lyrical imagery--soaked in hallucination, paranoia, and lust--the band's M.O. strikes into dark yet playful territory. This sense of radical duality is astir at every turn, in every time signature change. Airy vocal harmonies over heavily-serrated riffs. Low-key shamanic roots under vivid high-strangeness. Rambling stretches and punctuated licks. Cutting heads and kissing lips. All this revealing a stereophonic schizophrenia that has flowed throughout their body of work: an ebb & flow of flowery-poppy horror.
The band's latest incarnation is primed to break new sonic ground, edging into the funky and preternatural. Just when you think the trip couldn't get any weirder, Frankie and the Witch Fingers cranks up the dial, shatters the mundane, and summons new visions. https://frankieandthewitchfingers.com/
Monsterwatch has been grabbing the attention of the punk scene since 2018. Formed in Seattle in 2017 by frontman John Spinney, he later met bassist Ben Parker and drummer David Cubine when he made the move from New Hampshire to Seattle to form the band. Monsterwatch is best known for their extremely energetic live shows. Unleashing friendly chaos into their crowds and bringing melodic riffs that pack a lot of heavy alongside Spinney's catchy yet sarcastic vocal style. You just have to check it out for yourself.
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There's long been a growl festering in the West, an earthen rumble fed by tectonic tension, acrid smoke, and sun-parched air. The brew has boiled over lately, a pressure-cooked chaos that can no longer be contained. The growl has grown to a howl.. the howl is at the door. Few are as ready to meet the madness head on as Frankie and the Witch Fingers. On their new album, Data Doom, the band hurtles the listener head first into the wood-chipper of technological dystopia, systemic rot, creeping fascism, the military-industrial profit mill, and a near-constant erosion of humanity that peels away the soul bit by bit. With a fuse lit by these modern-day monstrosities the band seeks to find salvation through a thousand watt wake-up of rock n' roll exfoliation.
After tearing through the tender heart of the Midwest, Frankie and the Witch Fingers found themselves clamped down on the fried edges of Los Angeles, carving out a niche that's equal parts molten tar pit teardown and cataclysmic careen. Following releases on Hypnotic Bridge, Let's Pretend, and Permanent, the band landed between the twin barbs of Greenway and The Reverberation Appreciation Society, a perfect fit for their frenetic blend of rhythmic whiplash and sonic soul shake. Anchored by songwriters Dylan Sizemore and Josh Menashe, the band has kept a rotating door of friends and collaborators moving through their midst over the past few years, coalescing post-pandemic into a symbiotic stage beast that's become the beating heart of their new album, Data Doom. Bassist Nikki "Pickle" Smith and drummer Nick Aguilar have been road-hardened and readied over the last year, laying the groundwork for the new record's 300 pounds of pummel and propulsion.
That heft was hurtled onto tape in the band's Vernon, CA studio space. The locale let the city's grit creep into the crevices of their new record, a wild swing at the sternum that hits the listener like an adrenaline shot to the heart. Wiping away the haze of stoned-ape psychedelics that permeated their opus Monsters Eating People Eating Monsters... the band favors an asphalt assault of rock, riff, and amphetamine rhythm. As they've wound out of the last phase, their sound, over a series of singles, has begun to thicken and throb. It's coalesced into a darker strain that ingests the explosive impulses of gas-crisis-era proto-punk, the rhythmic insistence of 70's German Progressives, and the elasticity of funk fusionists alike. They've welded their arsenal of influences to a chassis of nail-bitten bombast that drives Data Doom into the midst of the maelstrom.
The band has shared bills with Kikagaku Moyo, Ty Segall, Oh Sees, Cheap Trick, and ZZ Top, churning their stage-side scorch into household recognition -- burning through a barrage of multicolored vinyl pressings and sparring with indie heavyweights for Billboard chart positions. Data Doom looks to cement that status, a sinewy slab cut on the stone of social collapse and licking the blade in anticipation of what's to come. "Never name the darkness itself," intones Sizemore, but the darkness is already here, embedded in every moment, inextricable from the capital, sabbatical, sustenance, and solace of the modern age. Data Doom is the elixir and the exorcism, it's the reformation rendered in rock 'n roll.
~~~~~~~~~
Over the course of five years and five LP's, L.A. veterans, Frankie and the Witch Fingers, have been mutating and perfecting their high-powered rock n' roll sound. After savagely touring the USA and Europe, this four-headed beast has shown no signs of relenting--appearing like summoned daemons and dosing crowds with cerebral party fuel.
The main attraction of Frankie and the Witch Fingers is their explosive performance. With their rowdy and visceral approach to live shows, each member brings their own devilry to induce an experience of bacchanal proportions.
Using absurd lyrical imagery--soaked in hallucination, paranoia, and lust--the band's M.O. strikes into dark yet playful territory. This sense of radical duality is astir at every turn, in every time signature change. Airy vocal harmonies over heavily-serrated riffs. Low-key shamanic roots under vivid high-strangeness. Rambling stretches and punctuated licks. Cutting heads and kissing lips. All this revealing a stereophonic schizophrenia that has flowed throughout their body of work: an ebb & flow of flowery-poppy horror.
The band's latest incarnation is primed to break new sonic ground, edging into the funky and preternatural. Just when you think the trip couldn't get any weirder, Frankie and the Witch Fingers cranks up the dial, shatters the mundane, and summons new visions. https://frankieandthewitchfingers.com/
Monsterwatch has been grabbing the attention of the punk scene since 2018. Formed in Seattle in 2017 by frontman John Spinney, he later met bassist Ben Parker and drummer David Cubine when he made the move from New Hampshire to Seattle to form the band. Monsterwatch is best known for their extremely energetic live shows. Unleashing friendly chaos into their crowds and bringing melodic riffs that pack a lot of heavy alongside Spinney's catchy yet sarcastic vocal style. You just have to check it out for yourself.
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