Aesthetically, My Dear Disco’s Dancethink LP seems to harp on every synth-pop cliche that has emerged in the past couple years. They have “Disco” in their name, have “Dance” in their album title, call vocals...
drmanhattan seems to be a perfect blend of humor, wit, and dirty cynicism.
Thanks to the explosion of garage bands and MTV’s acceptance of them, suburbia now seems like a prime breeding ground for scene kids and musicians on the rise. But as Johnny Whitney of Neon Blonde and the Blood Brothers will tell you, things...