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Honeyhander
Woolly Mannerisms
Strictly Amateur Films CD EP
Honeyhander's beat-heavy electronic-indie-rock will make you feel like you are desperately treading a harsh wavy sea of distortion and electronic piranha attacks, but it's a sound that you won't want to swim away from.
The guitars are thickly layered, loud, and syrupy. The pulsating bass is heavy. The electronics are always chirping and beeping. The drums are thin and bare-boned. The vocals are trapped in an electrically-charged cocoon of distortion. Sometimes Honeyhander's songs are danceable ("Porcelain Veneers"), sometimes they are jagged and disjointed ("Our Connoisseurs Are Feeders"), but for the most part, Woolly Mannerisms is haunting. Slowly inching forward like a blinding fog while buried guitar picks surface and freeze your senses, Rhode Island's Honeyhander nicely creates a moody sound that's worth your time.
Woolly Mannerisms definitely offers something different. After you listen pass all that distortion, there are chilly and spine-tingling moments that beg for repeat listens. This usually isn't my bag, but Honeyhander definitely has my attention.
by Fake Train
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