Wimps, Couches EP

Out now, self-released, thesewimps.bandcamp.com Despite what you’ve heard from us in the past, “punk rock is” [not] “bullshit,” and Wimps are living proof. The local slack-happy trio’s newest is full of odes to the supermoon, sitting around and feeling weird, and not wanting to brush your teeth (because it’s too hard). All of them are backed by some of the catchiest, no-bullshit punk riffs in town. Recorded on cassette for the band’s summer tour, the EP coats Wimps’ minimalist shred in a satisfying natural tape hiss that lends to the lo-fi vibe. It sounds especially great when the tape breaks up a little, like when the band shouts “Octopus! Snakes!” over and over two songs in. Mon., Sept. 22, Neumos

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