YOUR NOT SO FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURS
"Big Ender"
Overview:
A testament to 90’s alt-rock revival. Fused with punk-influenced grunge of the America’s northwest and reminiscent of Ken Andrews’ guitar work from cult-favourite Failure, these tunes could remind you of a time where bands would either go pop or lean down to shoe-gaze. YNSFN’s can balance pop-punk energy, clever songwriting, and riffs fitting in where they need to be. Add a touch of California coast rock class like Fu Manchu’s “screw-you-we-don’t-need-to-take-ourselves-seriously” mantra, I’m interested to see what these chaps have in store for us for future releases. As for the Big Ender, the band applied typical indie studio quality with the loosey-goose gravitas of Nirvana’s Bleach. No need to be polished here – after all, these neighbours won’t gussy themselves up to greet you. Let’s keep it that way.
Smells like:
That guy’s basement you once fell asleep in.
Tastes like:
Kraft Dinner and hot dogs.
Feels like:
Cruising on Wasaga Beach’s strip on a long weekend. Hey ladies…
Looks like:
That guy’s basement you once fell asleep in. Seriously, where’s that smell coming from?
These fellas can be found on the interweb sites:
A testament to 90’s alt-rock revival. Fused with punk-influenced grunge of the America’s northwest and reminiscent of Ken Andrews’ guitar work from cult-favourite Failure, these tunes could remind you of a time where bands would either go pop or lean down to shoe-gaze. YNSFN’s can balance pop-punk energy, clever songwriting, and riffs fitting in where they need to be. Add a touch of California coast rock class like Fu Manchu’s “screw-you-we-don’t-need-to-take-ourselves-seriously” mantra, I’m interested to see what these chaps have in store for us for future releases. As for the Big Ender, the band applied typical indie studio quality with the loosey-goose gravitas of Nirvana’s Bleach. No need to be polished here – after all, these neighbours won’t gussy themselves up to greet you. Let’s keep it that way.
Smells like:
That guy’s basement you once fell asleep in.
Tastes like:
Kraft Dinner and hot dogs.
Feels like:
Cruising on Wasaga Beach’s strip on a long weekend. Hey ladies…
Looks like:
That guy’s basement you once fell asleep in. Seriously, where’s that smell coming from?
These fellas can be found on the interweb sites: