I think that fellow Willamette Week writer Erik Bader put it best
: "You don't just wake up and say, 'Let's do a band that sounds like Eat Skull.' No, you wake up and you're in
And that's because there's really nothing all that contrived about Eat Skull's music. It's garage pop buried beneath the rusty motor of an old lawnmower that may or may not have been used to hack up a family. It's distorted, ancestral drums and carousel keys call to mind the eeriest of David Lynch. Like Eraserhead
meets the Kinks. It roars. It reels. It rocks
"Dead Families" is no exception. The shotty, late-start drums and carnivalesque key progression quickly foray into Jesus and Mary space, shortly trailed by a killer dance interlude that crosses the finish line at 4 minutes and 43 seconds. What's more, we hear these guys put on a legendary live show. What more do you want, Portland?
Photo by Erik Bader