oh! oh! here comes ANOTHER DOUR HALF-AN-HOUR WITH THE WICKS
( "what can be said about DEAD WICKS that hasn’t been said…?" )
the Wicks make glitchy garage rock for tough-as-nails women, grungey guys, and every sexy shade in-between under the melty, masochistic sun. Dead Wicks are a slinky mix of Kevin, Nick, Derek & Ian… and gaw’blimey every shade in-between & beneath that melty, malted milkball sun.
screamie songs. spooky tunes. scratchy stomps. and nestled ever-so-tenderly in-between are some warm-hearted sing-alongs... evocative of psycho-delic imagery, suggesting some kind of… melted milkball sado-masochistic sun. and son of a gun — they’re from Brooklyn - boy howdy, doesn't that get us going these days. but what everyone wants to know is: is the rent worth it? well… ahem, just four wild & mild rebel-rousers with hearts of gold, lined-up in front of melting malted microphones, tryna make their own.
( "dear DEAD WICKS: is the opposite of an oven a washing machine…?" - Gary from next door )
but wait! still not convinced? see what our satisfied customers have to say!
("what the hell's a phonebook...? what the f@*k is a landline!? you don't need 'em in the modern music industry!" - Dr. Wick )
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