​Here we have a flier recently encountered in Park Slope. Perhaps you are familiar with MiniBoone, the upstart indie-rockers laying ruin to the NYC music scene and, in their idle moments, teaching the impressionable youth of Park Slope/Prospect Heights pentatonic scales and the circle of fifths and the chords to Bush's "Glycerine." As James' contact info is omitted here, try the band's website. We are honored, by the way, to be quoted in this missive, and while I personally was not responsible for the David Byrne time-traveler conceit (surprisingly!), I'm sure it's totally accurate, and thus James is fully capable of having your kid bashing out "Wake Up" or "Psycho Killer" or whatever you desire in no time. [Thanks to Ms. Meltzer, and happy birthday.]

L Magazine

Twin Sister

Another year, another edition of L Magazine's "8 NYC Bands You Need To Hear." Said this last time around, but the point bears repeating: handpicking a barful of relatively intriguing unknowns in this city isn't an easy task, nor has it gotten any simpler in the last 12 months, especially when "Brooklyn is the center of the universe" is a blog-tag punchline. No, you can't keep secrets here now, if you ever could--you can't even have acquaintances string guitars in your basement without somebody telling the world--and, for all but a few, attempting to king-make bands in New York City is a fool's errand.

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Marielle Solan

​Taut New York five-piece MiniBoone are an enchanting mesh of old-school energy and new-school melody. The band mixes the dervish energy of '78-era post-punk with the super-hooks of modern indie-pop--think Buildings And Food-era Talking Heads if David Byrne could travel back in time and tell himself about Arcade Fire. Their debut EP, Big Changes, was released last week on up-and-coming local indie Drug Front and it doesn't let up for one second of its 6-song, 20-minute run time: three-part harmonies come fast and flurrious, Wire-style grooves frame hand-scribbled clap-alongs, and feverish rants spin off their axis. "Devil In Your Eyes" has a Devo-meets-Funeral groove that propels it past the churchy opening, between the splattery dots of spindly guitar, and into a glorious chorus that dramatically splits the difference between XTC's brand of overblown pop and the Darkness's brand of overblown pop.

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