Marato Dirty Stories

With Dirty Stories, Ottawa's the Marato delivers two bands for the price of one (a condition not unlike North of America, when in the full throes of their formative Pavement to Polvo and back again teeter-tottering). The Marato should be thanking their Wooden Stars for being on indefinite hiatus, and thereby steering all prospective suckers for that band's brand of overzealous high harmonies and smart-alecky finger picking their way. Especially since their aggro Mr. Hyde side of the Marato isn't quite as compelling, albeit serving to flesh out their sound with a refreshing enough modicum of variety. (Blue Skies Turn Black)