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Harlem are an Austin three-piece that opt out of messing with fuzz pedals and wear their grime on their sleeve instead. You might say they rub some people the wrong way. Their first record’s title, Free Drugs, was punctuated with the following, ironically placed emoticon: ; – ) Their band name doesn’t do them any favors with the more politically correct. Their current...
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Harlem || Watch || MP3
Harlem are an Austin three-piece that opt out of messing with fuzz pedals and wear their grime on their sleeve instead. You might say they rub some people the wrong way. Their first record’s title, Free Drugs, was punctuated with the following, ironically placed emoticon: ; – ) Their band name doesn’t do them any favors with the more politically correct. Their current press bio reads as though it came to its author on PCP, nonsense slapped together solely to give hapless music journalists migraines. : – ( Their live set is comprised of as much on-stage, intra-band ribbing as their jukebox rock’n'roll. But they do seem to care deeply about one thing, and that’s their songwriting.
A garage band studied in the ways of Nuggets but clearly enamored with Pixies, they are committed to crafting bubblegum choruses flavored with booze and cigarettes. Hippies, their Matador debut, showcases just how strong that commitment is from the opening bell. On “Someday Soon”, sometime-frontman Michael Coomer runs us through an exchange in which his friend catches fire and asks for a little help being extinguished. The pleas are ultimately declined for kicks. It’s sick but singable, the Nirvana-nodding “Torture Me” one other deliciously dark example. Coomer shares time playing guitar and drums with co-founder Curtis O’Mara, the two halving songwriting/guitar/lead vocal duties. The split provides a duality in tenor that does the record some serious good. When Curtis is in charge, as he is during the psychotropic shimmy of “Faces” or Casper tribute “Friendly Ghost”, the bent is relatively hopeful. If the strep-throated Coomer has the reins, expect thunderstorms. – Pitchfork
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