Jamie's my son, for those I haven't already dad-bragged to...
This is a nice one from The Village Voice going back to the New York CMJ Music Festival of a few months back; I just found it online today because my son tells me nothing...
http://www.villagevoice.com/music/h...we-saw-at-the-2015-cmj-music-marathon-7804113
"They're apparently favorites of the Haim gals and other L.A. music-makers, so PARTYBABY didn't disappoint as they slugged back numerous shots of tequila (but seriously, way to almost end a band before they make their big break, benevolent booze beneficiary) and plowed through hard-rocking, and, well, hard-partying songs suited for both the rock club and the dance floor. Berlin's basement is a cramped, low-ceilinged space that's far more suited for intimate conversations and background noise in the East Village, but the quartet — propelled by one of the fiercest drummers of the festival, Chelsea Davis — succeeded in taking over the bar and making it their personal rec room for an hour. They bounced around those ten square feet with the enthusiasm of teenagers playing rock star in their parents' basements, except they weren't so much playing the part but trying on the occupation for size. Thankfully, it seems to fit, and this will hardly be the last time PARTYBABY tries to make your heart race and ears bleed. — Hilary Hughes"
Dear The Force: Let the buzz continue...
This is a nice one from The Village Voice going back to the New York CMJ Music Festival of a few months back; I just found it online today because my son tells me nothing...
http://www.villagevoice.com/music/h...we-saw-at-the-2015-cmj-music-marathon-7804113
"They're apparently favorites of the Haim gals and other L.A. music-makers, so PARTYBABY didn't disappoint as they slugged back numerous shots of tequila (but seriously, way to almost end a band before they make their big break, benevolent booze beneficiary) and plowed through hard-rocking, and, well, hard-partying songs suited for both the rock club and the dance floor. Berlin's basement is a cramped, low-ceilinged space that's far more suited for intimate conversations and background noise in the East Village, but the quartet — propelled by one of the fiercest drummers of the festival, Chelsea Davis — succeeded in taking over the bar and making it their personal rec room for an hour. They bounced around those ten square feet with the enthusiasm of teenagers playing rock star in their parents' basements, except they weren't so much playing the part but trying on the occupation for size. Thankfully, it seems to fit, and this will hardly be the last time PARTYBABY tries to make your heart race and ears bleed. — Hilary Hughes"
Dear The Force: Let the buzz continue...
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