You’d have to place me in a derelict barn right out of Rhode Island. My frame would be twisted and mangled around a station wagon wheel, my tongue draped over the urine coated hay. My eyes bloodshot and ears deafened by the raucous and insane noise that is Coachwhips.
It is exciting to hear. You cannot resist the oddball collision of distortion and stripped down sound fuelled by a sexual energy. You’ll be jumping round in an attempt to shake off your rabies infested ass.
Our key conspirator is John Dwyer, antagonist seen in a plethora of bands on the Rhode Island/San Francisco scene such as Burmese, The Hospitals, Dig That Body Up It’s Alive and currently the Oh Sees, formerly OCS (Orange County Sound) He tears his guitar strings and fingers to shreds in a fury of compassion, aggression and rawkus composure. He is joined by Matt Hartman cranking up the adrenaline on the skins whilst Val-Tronic strikes Casio keyboards with her palms embellishing the lo-fi madness.