Beachland Ballroom Presents:
The Epochs plus Lines Across Lines & Red Beard
Friday, Apr 18, 2008 9:00 PM EDT (8:00 PM Doors)
at Beachland Tavern
"The Epochs (that’s EEEE-Pox) are a rock band, yes they are. They’re new—four young guys currently from Brooklyn—and they play original music drawing from the stream of a thousand influences no doubt well-represented on their various iPods. There are hundreds of bands like the Epochs in cities the world over. They’ve written verses and choruses, they’ve marshaled electronics and instruments, and they’ve snatched vocal influences from John Lennon to Ray Charles and back. Why is their full-length debut any more notable than scores of others? Maybe scores of others from Brooklyn alone? The case for paying attention to—and enjoying—The Epochs is in the accomplished and compelling songs and arrangements. This collection of 11 cool and propulsive indie-pop songs has a cohesive sense of identity. The Epochs, led by Hays and Ryan Holladay, two brothers from the Washington, DC, suburbs, assemble their influences without the self-conscious collaging familiar from hip-hop. Rather, these arrangements blend electronic textures and samples with decidedly analog pleasures: strummed acoustic guitar, vintage keyboard sounds, a small string section, inviting blue-eyed soul singing. The songs are cohesive, with melodies and arrangements that belong to each other. For all their modern touches, these songs have vintage virtues." - Popmatters.com "The Epochs might be to rock critics what Jessica Biel is to preteen boys: a wet dream." - Blogcritics Magazine
You won't find Lines Across Lines' debut EP on the shelves of your local record store. In fact, you won't find CD or vinyl copies of it anywhere. The group is releasing Octopussy digitally, with an iPod-release gig to kick things off. It's a terrific concept: Fans bring their MP3 players to the show and pay to upload the files. The record is definitely worth the cash and bytes. The quartet plays crunchy, melodic indie rock that manages to keep things groovy, even on the darker tunes. And in the chilling "Letter to a Dying City," singer Chris Wright addresses his Cleveland hometown: "It feels like the only way to get anyone to notice is to say goodbye." We prefer this grand hello. (Cleveland Scene)
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