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Chinese Telephones is the soundtrack to a sweaty house-party
basement show in Any town, USA. It's got the get-up-and-go of a youth anthem
fight song for the fist-pumpers, the pogo power for the pop punkers, the
heartache in the slowdown for the heartsick, and the undeniable catchiness
in the hooks that brings it all together for everyone to come together,
sweat together and hug it out in the pit. As is usually the case with the
best bands playing punk rock these days, the music played by Chinese
Telephones is hard to nail down to any one style or genre. The guitar work
these guys put out is all killer! The rhythms are thick and chunky, and the
leads and fills are super clean. Daniel James really knows his shit – quite
a few of the tracks on Chinese Telephones have guitar leads and fills
from start to finish. That alone takes a lot of skill to pull off, but the
fact that it never gets stale takes some serious talent! Like the rhythm
guitar, the bass lines are big and beefy. And like Daniel James, Ray
Suburbia knows his way around the block on his bass. The backbeat for the
whole enchilada is laid out by Gorky on drums. The energy and enthusiasm of
his drum work set the pulse high for the heart attack on its way. Justin's
lead vocals are filled with power and passion. When someone really makes the
most of what he's got it comes through as more than just sound - it's felt
as much as it's heard. Ray Suburbia is joined by Jeff Burke of the Marked Men for much of
the backing vocals, all of which are right on-time and in just the right
amount. The lyrics are the biggest mystery with this band. Justin's dead-set
against printing any lyrics of his from here on out. Some friends of the
band say it's because he doesn't actually have words for parts of the songs
so he just grumbles some nonsense. As funny as that would be, it's not true.
Listen long and hard and you'll make out the message your gut and your chest
already figured out on first listen. Besides, nothing makes you wanna sing
along more than when you don't know a single word. The Riverdales knew it,
the Marked Men knew it, and now Chinese Telephones know it. |