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These collections, and more, available for download at GNC Records :
The Gleaming Amoebas(GNC001)
The Amoebas live and play their music in the heart of the city. You might not immediately guess that based on the sunny day countryside views afforded by their self-titled album. Every song coaxes a jerky sway if you catch yourself standing too close to the speakers. These guys have forged their chops playing marathon jams in dive bars, as musicians will do, but a smoky room will be the last thing on your mind when you hear the cathedral-sized melodies barked out through vocal cords and guitar strings alternatively. This is big sky music, caught echoing between the high windows downtown.
Alex St.Hill - The Last Gig(GNC002)
Alex St.Hill grew up in St.Vincent, a volcanic island in the Carribean. Raised in the islands and having settled in our fair city of St. Petersburg, Alex carries on the tradition of songwriters like Bob Dylan, Jesse Winchester, and John Prine. The strength of his songs doesn't come from raw power, but a patient confidence in simple melodic truths. The spare arrangements guide one's ear to listen closely to the placement, musically and spatially, of every note and every word.
The Satsukos(GNC005)
Mike, Lori, and Kyle's days as a band have, sadly, come to a close. They leave behind this document of their efforts over the 5 years they were active, and a few words: "2002-2007. Thanks to everyone who came out. We had a great time." It's not quite punk, not quite pop, not quite indie rock, and not quite enough to keep me from starting it again every time the last notes of 'Over and Over' fade away.
Incredible Crisis(GNC008)
Progressive Garage Rock is what the kids call it. Incredible Crisis seems to have a lack of patience for any single musical motif, a tendency to place songs at the breaking point of their singer's vocal range, and a compulsion to set tempos based on the limits of their drummer's stamina. Sometimes frantic and desperate, occasionally chilly and analytical, their songs are easily hummable but densely filled with ideas that reveal themselves over repeated listenings. The stuttering thump of this album calls to mind a marching drum corps knocking a punk rawk trio down a flight of stairs.
