Hot on the heels of Whores' Clean are Atlanta's lesser-known sons Pretty Please, who flit around with a similar dirge. Much like Whores, Pretty Please wear their influences on their flannel sleeves. All the usual suspects are here: Cherubs, Melvins, the entirety of the Amphetamine Reptile catalogue. This is noisy sludge rock for the masses, and there's a lot to enjoy if you're into that sort of thing.
Occasionally, Pretty Please dance a little too close to their influences going beyond the requisite Cobain drawl; there's more than one riff that sounds a little too familiar, and considering the brief length of the album, it can be distracting. Still, you would never mistake Pretty Please for the Jesus Lizard; the band attempt to differentiate themselves from their counterparts, and there are more than enough riffs to make things interesting. More importantly, Pretty Please maintain a consistent tone through the entirety of Sully. From the propulsive "Leeches" to the mud-caked "The Artist," there is a single-mindedness to the band.
Sully probably won't make many end-of-year lists, but there's a satisfying crunch to most songs, save for the ballad "Lies," which positions itself as the focal point of the album. While the song itself isn't bad, it does bring down the momentum of the previous three tracks. However, for those eagerly awaiting the next Pissed Jeans LP, there are certainly worse ways you could be spending your time.
(Independent)Occasionally, Pretty Please dance a little too close to their influences going beyond the requisite Cobain drawl; there's more than one riff that sounds a little too familiar, and considering the brief length of the album, it can be distracting. Still, you would never mistake Pretty Please for the Jesus Lizard; the band attempt to differentiate themselves from their counterparts, and there are more than enough riffs to make things interesting. More importantly, Pretty Please maintain a consistent tone through the entirety of Sully. From the propulsive "Leeches" to the mud-caked "The Artist," there is a single-mindedness to the band.
Sully probably won't make many end-of-year lists, but there's a satisfying crunch to most songs, save for the ballad "Lies," which positions itself as the focal point of the album. While the song itself isn't bad, it does bring down the momentum of the previous three tracks. However, for those eagerly awaiting the next Pissed Jeans LP, there are certainly worse ways you could be spending your time.
