I have mixed feelings about the term garage rock. While, at times, it’s certainly the best way to describe a sound, it’s nebulous and somewhat recklessly tossed around to define the indefinable. I also feel that it can create an implied ceiling for a band or artist’s potential. Because how far can a ragtag group of garage dwellers go? It often hints of unpolished, messy riffs bouncing off trash cans, house paints and your little brother’s bicycle. That can seem more like a summer chore than music.
That said, there are plenty of great . . .
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