How? The songs flash by with the brevity, blurriness and gut-level poignancy of fleeting childhood vacation memories. Both are representative of modest people’s absurd desire to bring something enormous into being simply to be enjoyed by whosoever may. And somewhere, inside both, Christian Slater and Beau Bridges are hanging out with Jenny Lewis. If you’ve been paying attention to punk and indie rock for the past two or three years, you’ll recognize OF’s “singing drummer” (Erik Fox) + “guitarist who also sings” (Aaron Bragg) setup from bands like No Age and Japandroids, as well as its knack for inserting instrumental prettiness (“Ryan Wakes Up with a Skeleton in His Bed”) between loud, fast shout-alongs (“Spring Strains”). Let us not be guilty of short memories, however – these songs are genuine bursts of lusty life unblemished by this or that comparison, whose book promiscuity (see tantalizing opener, “Who Would want to Leave” or “Yours”) is at least as old as Robert Pollard (who is pretty old), with a zeal that goes back to when rock n’ roll was invented by the Big Bopper, who bet chuck Berry he couldn’t lift a car up over his head and, naturally, having lost the bet, had to roll a rock with him for the remainder of the tour.
Alan Freed demanded- and received- royalties in perpetuity, but his “Rock ‘n Roll” dance never caught on with young people, as every sock hop where it was practiced became a human bowling alley full of broken bones and lacerated shins. Osteoferocious are two Indiana boys who grew up tall, and grew up right on Indiana nights the like of which Tom Petty could never have imagined, unless he imagined sitting in the bed of a pickup truck eating ice cream and waving at passing cars, whose drivers flip you off for no reason. Then he pretty much had Indiana nailed. -Jared Ethan Bane Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply..
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