Slickness be damned; there's something gentle, sweet about this St. John's quintet's brand of indie rock, which evokes Yo La Tengo in their soft grooves and slow-burning torch songs.
"January" had a hooky bounce to it, and Pete Mills' tenor warble had a dry, scratchy charm that sold the whole thing. As the set jangled on, there were a few flubs — guitar flourishes that didn't quite land, slight tempo problems as the rest of the band struggled to keep up with the drummer — but they're the kind of band that locals flock to. Like the province's number one indie rock export Hey Rosetta!, Slick Nixon are tuneful, and they convey enthusiasm instead of brooding emotion. You can dance to this music, and the crowd did.
"January" had a hooky bounce to it, and Pete Mills' tenor warble had a dry, scratchy charm that sold the whole thing. As the set jangled on, there were a few flubs — guitar flourishes that didn't quite land, slight tempo problems as the rest of the band struggled to keep up with the drummer — but they're the kind of band that locals flock to. Like the province's number one indie rock export Hey Rosetta!, Slick Nixon are tuneful, and they convey enthusiasm instead of brooding emotion. You can dance to this music, and the crowd did.
