Barker Gee – Guitar/Vox
Janelle Hessig – Drums/Vox
Oscar Michel – Bass/Vox
This is still Oakland, right? I mean, yeah, everyone’s so goddamn young and serious now, but fun could/should theoretically still happen. Look at THE WET SPOTS. They’re having a shit-ton of it. Wet Spots: tiny puddles o’ sin, erupting outta joyous shenanigans. Is it soda pop? Is it sweat? Is it something far more dastardly? It could just be Oscar, Janelle and Barker, rocking punkily on the purest of plains: Makeout-Bop™ for the old and young alike.
What else would you expect from fine-asses? NEON PISS? THE TOURETTES? THE GRIS GRIS? Itchy super-group vibes for days, son, but a group that’s genuine as hell. They pull it all off while escaping micro-genre classifications, fashionable as they might be to assign. The songs come across as annoyance-free pop, yet there’s a grime cloud over them, removing the sheen for something slightly sick.
The guitars chime classically and frolic buzzily over rhythms geared toward maximum bounce. Hearing their initial recordings transplant me back to my scabies-pickled, smoke-spoiled youth, marveling at the catchiest songs offa comps like Vinyl Retentive or Very Small World. Any one of these tunes sound tailor-made for your next mix-tape or weekday BYOB-BBQ or awkward grope sesh. The Wet Spots just sound like home to me. Maybe they will for you too. Wherever the fuck you are.
Tape out soon.
Other shit to follow.
Shows a’plenty (including Hawaii, dorks).
Check them out as part of the lineup of NSF V: July 25-27
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