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The Ergs! / Grabass Charlestons
Split

No Idea (2007) Jason

The Ergs! / Grabass Charlestons – Split cover artwork
The Ergs! / Grabass Charlestons – Split — No Idea, 2007

The Ergs have suddenly become everyone’s favorite pop-punk and with good reason. They contribute two songs of fun catchy songs about girls that will no doubtingly be stuck in your head for weeks on end. Grabass Charlestons come to me as a bit of a surprise. I was expecting either some cowpunk or Hot Water Music inspired rock, but instead I got some fast spirited punk reminding me of the early days of Touch and Go or even Hüsker Dü. I even hear a little bit of Leatherface piped in from time to time. The vocals are gruff but not overbearing. I would love to see this band while kicking back rum and Cokes at the Triple Rock.

9.2 / 10Jason • November 18, 2012

The Ergs! / Grabass Charlestons – Split cover artwork
The Ergs! / Grabass Charlestons – Split — No Idea, 2007

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