At Seattle's Vera project last night Starfucker played a set overflowing with the sweetest chunks of stoner-pop I've tasted since early Weezer. Two drum sets, a tape machine, and a turntable round off the three-piece's instrumental posturing, which seemed poised for especially dense pop-rock sounds. And hot damn! Please believe these dudes know how to punch the rhythm and the basslines to make your body quiver with delight - a kind of insulated, baked ecstasy of cynical Northwest cool, flannel, distortion, bad hair, used frames, and vintage leotards. They have an album out on white vinyl and they hail from Portland so everything is set for a few years of West Coast-touring-musician glory.
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