As is the case with most situations in life I am to eat my words yet again. Naturally, no sooner do I tear down on a specific idea, place or thing (in this case, Vancouver) then is a light suddenly shed upon my innocent world which proves me ignoramusly wrong. Next thing you know, people are going to start calling me on shit like making up words.
What happens when you take one of my favorite bands, The Black Keys, and give them a sex change? You get The Pack A.D. I hate to generalize and pigeon hole a band, but just listen to this shit. It's fantastic music, but there were a couple songs which even I thought was a bit of a rip on the Keys (and this coming from a guy who hasn't written an original song in years).
At the end of last summer, they released their second full length, Funeral Mixtape which has garnered a lot of attention for these two ladies and placed them in venues around North America. Now, we just have to flip a coin to see if they'll be the next big thing, or end up snorting lines of coke from the leftover dredges of the headlining bands in the corner floorboards of the backstage room.
Time will be the judge.
-Carry on your heavy spirit, it'll tire eventually
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