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In the land of carbon copy "buzz bands," it's refreshing to hear a new group that is aware of it's musical influences, (and with The Proles there are many) but has the skill and imagination to grow beyond the sum of their parts, without falling into the usual artist's trap of riding in on the coattails of the musicians they admire. Tinted with distant echoes of artists ranging from The Beatles and Oasis to The Clash and Fugazi, The Proles' blue jeans and flannel shirt, post-punk wall of sound, layered guitars and jarring piano melodies have an almost universal toe-tapping appeal. Their songs have an air of distinctly familiarity, yet remain stunningly original at the same time. So much so, that you can easily imagine them starting their career at any point within the last three decades, and fitting in perfectly with whatever other LP's, cassettes or 8-tracks you happened to have in in your collection at the time. Throw in infectiously catchy vocal harmonies reminiscent of The Police after a few too many pints of bitter (especially tracks like "Queen" and "Man in the Middle") and the very best in New York-style rock n' roll (ala The Strokes, B.R.M.C, and very soon, lable-mates Low Flying Owls). Load the whole thing into a cannon, and fire point-blank into your eardrum, and then you'll have some idea of how huge these guys are going to be once the rest of the world finally catches up to them. |
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