Review by Julie Carpenter
I don’t know a lot about this Jacksonville, Florida band. In fact before they contacted me and asked me to give them a listen, I didn't know them at all. If you go on their website, there’s not a lot of fluff about who they are or why you should think they’re cool. You immediately understand one thing. They’re about the music. They don’t spend a lot of time spinning some mythology to sucker you in.
They let the music speak for itself. I respect that. Here’s the only thing they have to say about their music:
Deadkaren: A combination of the most humid of sounds, including alternative B-sides, naked in a tub of slushies, with a slight feminist undertone, written as happy music for sad kids.
So what’s in store for you if you listen? First the sweet/tough lead singer’s voice, intense over driving jumpy music, a voice that’s almost sweet enough to dupe you into thinking you’re safe . But listen to a few tracks you realize that the honeyed voice is knife sharp, with a feminist edge.
For instance, BradChad, one of my favorite tracks, opens with two frat boys ruminating on the evening’s plans and pulses forward to the feminist response. It’s thinking you’re attacking a kitten, and finding out it’s pretty much that rabbit from The Holy Grail.
Songs like Blah, Blah, Blah start with bendy guitars, drums push you forward and the song shoves you right through – in a good way. I liked the forceful, headlong trajectory. All of the have the same relentless energy.
Go check this band out. If you end up naked in a tub of slushies, you can’t say you weren’t warned.