The band is only two guys, yes, but they sure do cause a ruckus. What drummer Zach Hill does with a few wooden cylinders and a couple pieces of shiny bronze metal sounds like a herd of American buffalo charging through the Financial District during rush hour. But the jaw-dropping part is that guitarist Spencer Seim is somehow able to score that chaos, matching each of Hill's bashings with static-charged bursts of crunchy lines that ride the percussive explosions like a lunatic longboarding a tidal wave. [ sfweekly ]
It's also the paper that features "Savage Love," so it can't be too bad. Now to catch up with the Stranger.
