For all those early years spent warming myself to the neon glow of 80s era tronics, I spent an equal amount of time soaking my futures in the dank beauty of 90s era rock. Thus I like it when guitars growl, yet I don’t feel doom…I feel energized…spirited. Hamilton, Ontario’s WTCHS growl and spit and push that nerve in my spine. Their Wet Weapons EP is something to be heard…even if its just digital for now. From their email to me:
still, all of the songs were made for tape, and meant to be listened on tape.
but don’t feel like you’re cheating yourself by listening the digital way. it’s ok.