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Low Praise makes their Stork Club debut. This is the release party for their great new album and its lead track, Forget That It’s Summer, is a candidate for this year’s top song of summer.
“Low Praise rattles the floorboards with sharp, slicingriffs, but softens the blow with droning, buzz-in-your-ear choruses, hewing to the melodic edge of post-punk a la the Monochrome Set, Felt and, this side ofthe 21st century, Chronophage. The opening salvo of this debut full-length, hammers at a chorus of “Forget that it’s summer,” letting fly stuttering scrambles on one trebly guitar and a bouncy walking line on the other, a baritone slung low enough to sound like a bass. But there’s a drifting“aaah-aaah” that blows in like a warm breeze, and tuneful little fillips that pull the whole thing to the verge of power pop. The songs reel you in with sweetness, then slaps you up with slashing spikiness, or maybe it’s the other way around. The focus falls naturally on the militant rhythmed bangers, like “Supermind.” With its wind-up riffs and cross-cutting vocals, you can findat least a whiff of Gang of Four. Or “Hollow Ego,” with its plunging, rushingmomentum and roar of guitars might put you in mind of Protomartyr at first, at least until the chorus comes with its chanting, close-interval harmonies and descants. In any case, it’s a good record, with sharp-slicing rhythmic underpinnings and sneakily sinuous melodic turns. Low Praise deserves much more than its name.” - Jennifer Kelly, Dusted
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Driving post-punk rhythms under catchy and atmospheric songs. Bouncy warbling bass lines, propulsive drum beats, and chiming guitar/melodic vox. Reminiscent of that early Rough Trade sound (Raincoats, Liliput, Au Pairs), early Grass Widow, and the well-established post-punk sound of Oakland past 2010.
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