Dark, artsy, bluesy, catchy, Meddlesome Meddlesome Meddlesome Bells are so spellbindingly nuts it's hard to pin them down. It's a confounding stew: Tiny Tim, Man Man, Dead Moon, Sabbath, Silver Jews, Alice in Chains, The Black Keys, Johnny Cash, x's x's — everything comes bubbling up out of the cauldron. The guitars get doomy right before a resilient chorus. The voices wail like the damned but you can sing along no prob. Their sound is filthy and alluring, drunk on absinthe and exhaust. One of the most excitingly weird rock bands to come out of this town in a long time.
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Next up, I got a lot of great things to say about THE SIRENS TOO SANG THAT WAY by Philadelphia trio Meddlesome Meddlesome Meddlesome Bells who, despite taking their name from a Sunn0))) song, bring forth a kind of inspirational (and highly bass-informed) post-agricultural rock-tumult that artfully utilizes the expanded time horizons of these post-Doom Days in order to explore an ambient balladry somewhat akin to N. YOUNG’S so-strung-out-its-meditative ZUMA-meets-TIME FADES AWAY period as though aided by a crackle-mouthed Kate & Anna McGarrigle and Matt Perzinski’s Agrarians. Phew. Add to this heady, always rustic and genuinely psychedelic brew the astute gorgeousness of the CD packaging, and yooz gotta great deal to buy into regarding these motherfuckers. Released on the band’s own Some Bells label (www.somebells.com), this is a superb beginning, brothers’n’sisters.
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→ the bells are yuri gohen, r.j. gilligan, kerrin pantelakis & caleb gohen.