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Follow-up to their album, One Time Bells. With The Trial of the Century, the French Kicks reduce and concentrate their formula into an even more potent concoction, distilling elements of guitar rock, synth pop, and Motown soul along with the earnest and endearing vocals of Nick Stumpf. The Trial of the Century is a challenging record, one that begs listeners to shake off the cobwebs of garage rock hysteria and wrap their noggins around some truly unique and abstract approaches to the four-minute ditty. "Th... [ read more ]
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French Kicks are not a traditional rock 'n' roll band. Although they have elements of snarly garage rock, slick new wave, and giddy classic mod-pop, they remain completely unique. The four of them work together like draughtsmen creating musical architecture -- a note is never wasted, a drop is never spilled. Their songs always seem to be on an angle, hovering just at breaking point. They cut to the quick with lurching riffs and palpitating percussion, but they are also cute and coltish and undeniably catch... [ read more ]
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Television meets the Rolling Stones? Fugazi meets the Kinks? You decide. We're getting the label started off right with this Brooklyn quartet's second record. Last year's eponymous debut (on My Pal God Records) only hinted at their broad musical vision. Produced by Greg Talenfeld (Jon Spencer, Jonathan Fire*Eater) this album contains brilliant melodies, amazing harmonies, trashy guitars, and more musical goodness packed into six songs than we thought possible. From the hard-rocking "Call Our Hands" to the ... [ read more ]
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