Review / 200 Words Or Less
Night Owls
Self Titled

Hex (2009) Jason

Night Owls – Self Titled cover artwork
Night Owls – Self Titled — Hex, 2009

Night Owls are a relatively new rock band from Syracuse New York. They have ex-members of some notable bands from hardcore recent past, but they only one I'd like to mention is Spark Lights the Friction who put out a great album on Trustkill many moons ago. Anyhow, Night Owls play rocking post hardcore that reminds of Quicksand boxing it out with Rocket From the Crypt at a Superchunk show. There are lots of hooky guitars, shouted drunk vocals, and plenty of noise piled on top. I like this EP a great deal but I could have done without the live set tacked on the end. Oh well, I keeping this one.

7.8 / 10Jason • December 6, 2010

Night Owls – Self Titled cover artwork
Night Owls – Self Titled — Hex, 2009

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