THE BLACK SPOONS
MY DEAR RADIUM
NYC undeniably breeds a different kind of rock animal, and Brooklyn’s The Black Spoons display the kind of spirit and merit that other bands throughout the five boroughs attempt to emulate. Sounding like a band that channels equal portions of Interpol and Foo Fighters, this trio is way smarter than your average rock band, and is armed with even smarter guitar hooks and sinewy vocals. “Like a Knife” subversively hits you over the head with underscored percussion and cascading guitars, while “Password” hovers over with droplets of ominous guitars and washed out vocals. This 10-track release is bursting with creative slants, clever phrasings, and all of the things that should be celebrated about NYC bands but are largely ignored, stood up for the trendy dudes dressed in the fashionable flavor of the month wardrobe. Fear not, though; bands with this kind of deceptive brawn and seemingly endless supply of brainpower thankfully outlast the trend treadmill and go on to bigger and better things, something that MY DEAR RADIUM decisively projects through the comfort of your headphones on the subway ride home.