Teen Anger
Their shows are a sweaty, mangled mess of dirty rock, punk and blues, full of a boozy swagger and definitely encouraging the kind of hand-over-fist drinking that gets you jittery and belligerent enough to snarl and scream along. With two albums in the can, the garage quartet conjure up an infectiously messy energy, complete with the requisite couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude that just makes them so damn endearing.
