Kissing Cousins may be the title of a few movies (one starring Elvis Presley), but it is also a Silver Lake band fronted by four women whose appearances do not let us expect such a dark sound. They were playing an in-store performance at Origami Vinyl on Sunday night for their double 7” release party, and it was a real party with free drinks and cupcakes…
The four women climbed up to the store mezzanine, and they began to play with the help of a male bassist. Their tenebrous and anxious songs were filled with loud and pounding beats coming from their drummer Beth Ziegler, sinister The-Cramps-injected guitars played by Heather Bray Heywood and Amanda Paganini, forceful and dark keys played by Alexis Martin Woodall and melancholic-trance female vocals.
They sometimes ventured on the psychedelic side, but the catchiness of their songs was immediate, making these different memories in the brain, because of their distinctive melodies and rhythms. There were a lot of guitar distortion, some aggression that again nobody would have expected from four nice long-dressed women. Heather B. Heywood’s echoing vocals were eerie and determined at the same time, and I don’t think I will sound too sexist if I say that their retro garage rock strangely sounded very male.
They had actually managed to gather a large crowd in the small store, and their last act was a little curious and sexy at the same time: Heather had let her guitar down and was holding a large metallic heavy chain that she was moving, following the rhythm of the dark song… a perfect fit for the title of their EP, ‘Unfortunate End’.
Kissing Cousins may be the title of a few movies (one starring Elvis Presley), but it is also a Silver Lake band fronted by four women whose appearances do not let us expect such a dark sound. They were playing an in-store performance at Origami Vinyl on Sunday night for their double 7” release party, and it was a real party with free drinks and cupcakes…
The four women climbed up to the store mezzanine, and they began to play with the help of a male bassist. Their tenebrous and anxious songs were filled with loud and pounding beats coming from their drummer Beth Ziegler, sinister The-Cramps-injected guitars played by Heather Bray Heywood and Amanda Paganini, forceful and dark keys played by Alexis Martin Woodall and melancholic-trance female vocals.
They sometimes ventured on the psychedelic side, but the catchiness of their songs was immediate, making these different memories in the brain, because of their distinctive melodies and rhythms. There were a lot of guitar distortion, some aggression that again nobody would have expected from four nice long-dressed women. Heather B. Heywood’s echoing vocals were eerie and determined at the same time, and I don’t think I will sound too sexist if I say that their retro garage rock strangely sounded very male.
They had actually managed to gather a large crowd in the small store, and their last act was a little curious and sexy at the same time: Heather had let her guitar down and was holding a large metallic heavy chain that she was moving, following the rhythm of the dark song… a perfect fit for the title of their EP, ‘Unfortunate End’.