Party: Frankie and the Witch Fingers/Batman and the mighty Antiheroes

Party: Frankie and the Witch Fingers/Batman and the mighty Antiheroes

West Coast screamers Frankie and the Witch Fingers trade on a tradition built up
from the very fabric of psychedelic soul. Shot through with the same melted juke
jitters that sent Doug Sahm, The 13th Floor Elevators and The Pretty Things
scratching through the record needles of every child indebted to the vibrational
cathedral, the L.A. crew comes barreling into 2017 with their own brand of heatstroke
mojo. The band’s latest, Brain Telephone, is an acid bath for the soul delivered in
pulsating waves via fuzz guitar. It’s an electric jolt to the endocrine system, shaking
the last dregs of reluctance out of your system and inducing bouts of dance
euphoria.
The band, C. Dylan Sizemore (vocalist, guitarist, and songwriter), Glenn Brigman
(drums, organ), Alex Bulli (bass), and Josh Menashe (lead guitar and backing
vocals), has spent the past few years crawling around the heat-swamped corners of
L.A.’s sweatbox circuit, honing the gospel across 2013’s Sidewalk, 2015’s
eponymous album, and pumping straight motor oil through the veins of last year’s
neon meltdown, Heavy Roller. They took the circus on the road, pounding every last
inch of varnish from their weary husks from the heartland to the Bay. They’re
thrumming on a new vibration that’s found it’s way to them on a light beam ripped
into their deepest subconscious. They’re hooked up to the Brain Telephone that’s
opened through the switchboard in their soul and they’re dropping you the digits to
dial in.
They’ve tapped into something primal and it’s beating quick and frothy in the veins,
combining the levitation-laced vibrations of Spacemen 3 with a scarred guitar growl
straight out of the Motor City’s storied rock lineage. Brain Telephone is bent through
the prism of shake n’ shimmy – a sweat-drenched dance party that’s equal parts
Northern Soul all-nighter, Monterey Pop implosion, and modern warehouse wall-
dripper all in one. That’s not to say they don’t know how to get tender, though. For all
their eight-piston pummel, they can bring it down to a spine-tingling simmer when the
time comes. At its heart, Brain Telephone is Frankie and The Witch Fingers at their
most visceral – primed, polished, and funneling the fragrant heat of rock through
your cranked speakers.
- Andy French


Support:

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Batman and Garage Kid !!!!
the killer AbrissFlederMaus are back in the Cellar!!!!!
So watch out!!!!