For the next month, The Daily Choice is going completely Bay Area.  Nothing else will pierce these sonic walls except for these sounds.  Well, unless something outstanding melts my face to the floor, ’cause you know I have to share a face-melter …

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Grass Widow sort of redefines the notion of grimy girl garage rock.  You usually think a lot of treble-y vocals, a sea of fuzz, a simple pounding drum beat, voila, every girl garage group that’s poked its head in to the sonic scene in the last five years.  Grass Widow, with a new release on Kill Rock Stars this past August, don’t play by those rules.  Instead they string together a series of disparate rhythms with haunting vocal harmonies and a thrumming bass attack that gives me the urge to sit down.  I’ll say this, there recent signing to Kill Rock Stars frightened me.  I find the label, in its older age, has the tendency to pop-out their signees (The Thermals anyone?) but my fears were to no avail.  Grass Widow continues to merge the thrashy girl groups we as a indy-rock loving community have become obsessed with an art-rock tableau that pushes them far above the rest.

Grass Widow - Fried Egg