Witches Universal Mall

You can hear the aging process as this disc plays. Chock full with lost, empty anthems and a sound texture that sounds as if they are playing from inside an empty motorcycle gas tank. The bravado is in high spirits throughout and they are a band that could burn down a warehouse with homemade whiskey. They are from parts unknown though - the sound is very '60s Venice Beach, CA, the drumming from a Texas garage and the grit melodies from Hell's Kitchen, NY. Not sure what to make of this, but it might be worth a try. (Fall of Rome)