www.bonaroba.net
They
are obsessed with black pussy and spend their spare time popping pills.
They write brilliant rock and roll songs with a bright pop buzz, and then
cover them in filth and grit. They are everything the Manic Street
Preachers promised, but were too English and limp-wristed to pull off.
I've already mentioned them like five times, so it should come as no
surprise when I say that Bona Roba are my new favorite band. They are NYC
swagger and strut garage rock in it's purest form- and unlike the Strokes,
who are rich boys with good record collections and connected daddys, and
sound like some watered down version of the real thing on display here-
Bona Roba have no pretensions of being the "darlings" of
anything. In fact, half the people that know them hate them, which is
always a sign that something good is going on. Anyway, they sound like a
cross between the Rolling Stones and Velvet Underground- really -and they
ought to be spitting caviar at their detractors this time next year. This
is only a demo, so I'm not going to belabor you to buy anything, cuz you
can't, yet- but you can download the songs from their website, which you ought
to do right now, unless you want to just wait until your little sister is
telling you about them.