Big Drag doesn’t sound like a new band. They don’t sound like leather pants wearing 19 year olds who just picked up a guitar and decided to peel a few out in their garage. They sound fully formed, plucked from a certain section of a certain sound wave and processed directly through the input wire of a speaker to exist in the vast empty spaces between my ears. Big Drag feels like a swirling, multi-colored portal opened in my living room and out stepped a band, tambourines smashing, vocals drifting on the wind, guitars squawking, completely unaware that no one even knew who they were.
Big Drag plays tonight at The Hemlock with Sir Lord Von Raven and The Hussy.