My two favorites so far this year (yes, in January, what are you looking at me like that for?) are Wetdog, the London post-punk trio blogged here earlier and Beach House...they could hardly be more different, except for a strong female presence. Maybe this is the year I have more than one girl-dominated band in my top-ten. Anyway, I got to review Wetdog for Blurt and it ran today.
Yay for 2010...I'm betting it'll be better than last year.
Here's the graf one of the review.
A spiky sketch of bass calls, a trio of female voices responds in tear-dropped shaped exclamations of "oh-oh." Girlish sweetness fights it out with ascerbic dissonance, rickety rhythms with soothing melodies. The band is jittery, unstrung, buoyed by enthusiasm, as pure an expression of thrift-shop excellence as anything out of Leeds circa 1978 or the riot grrrl northwest a dozen years later. The band in question is Wetdog, the song "Lower Leg," and both represent one of the best new discoveries of a still infant new year.