The Drags formed only last April but seems to already have their shit together, with a pop-leaning style informed heavily by indie’s golden age, art-punk’s spindly riffs blended to a NY-flavored post-everything shred—invigorating, forthright, shimmering stuff (go listen to “Cruel” at myspace.com/thedragsdetroit) The Matt Truman Ego Trip can give you that shoulder-shuddering forehead-slapping eureka moment of pure body-arresting rock dynamism – guitars that wave and twirl at 90mph, vocals that chop, bite and growl and drums that can spin your head off. It’s vigorous, it’s instigative and it regales fits of depravity – the kind of recipe that makes you fall in love with rock, again (“Industry Standard” at myspace.com/thematttrumanegotrip).
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Look for The Drags record to be out this coming Spring.
(Matt Truman Ego Trip--Pic by: Walter "Blackmac" McKeever)
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