boston, paradise rock club, september 10, 2014
Good morning honey
Slutever is a Philly-born/west coast-migrated two-piece that is way cooler than you. They’re everything you wanted from both coasts in the 90′s, but in a way that isn’t so trendy you feel obligated to roll your eyes. Eight drum clicks and this song is immediately your new jam for Summer 2014. Fuzzy driving major chords mesh with jaded lyrical content to leave you unsure if you should hug your friends or break stuff with a Louisville Slugger. Probably both – that would be as fun as this song. If you’re a fan of indifferent (yet pleasant and melodic) female vocal stylings with perfectly placed harmonies, you are going to have a good day when you hear this. Need a genre to like music?: Low-Fi Melodic Grunge Punk if that’s a thing.
(FFO: Swearin’, Veruca Salt, The Thermals, Hole, Superchunk, Taylor Swift Keep in mind this comes on a pretty postcard. Just saying’.)
1) White Flag
1000 of these on postcards split up amongst 4 different labels! Thanks to Songs From The Road Records, Say-10 Records, Earthbound Records and Quiet Year Records for being involved!
Comes in an envelope, plays on most turntables, entirely mailable. Send to your friends!
Listen/Watch Music Video
Buy my Sonic Youth “Goo” inspired patch via ebay! Message me and I’ll spray it on any medium.
The song “White Flag” by Slutever (the grunge-pop duo of Rachel Gagliardi and Nicole Snyder, not the blogger) is about the feeling of restless in Philadelphia. This ice cream and firework-filled video celebrates Los Angeles, the current hometown of the duo. Follow the pair as they bum around Venice Beach with their girl gang …
Elevator Mag also had some cool words to say about the new SLUTEVER video and as noted you can grab “White Flag” on a flexi right here!
On the MNWA portion of the Color Chromatic / Animal Lover / DEERS! / Pansori / MNWA split’s insert:
"By and large, screamo has always been like the kind of man you wouldn’t want your daughter to associate with."
It’d be cool if you showed my band some love, our bandcamp is here
I met with the Devil, I came to God with a plea, let’s put our two hands together and make a man out of me.
All my friends are hooked on pills.
All my friends are drunken ills.
Lay in bed waiting for a call with
hopes that someone would want to hang out today.
What were you thinking when you were gunned down?
What were you thinking you hung yourself above the ground?
You hear silence while we hear sirens,
leaking through when we get the call.
I can’t take much anymore,
my tears weigh me down on the floor.
This is a constant reminder of what’s in store.
Black skies, heart tears.
I’m shaking, you don’t care.
I’m aching, you don’t care.