cats and cobras 3-15 New Brookland

Cats and Cobras There is something undeniably retro about Cats and Cobras. But it isn’t overtly constructed like, say, the Strokes (Not that I have anything against the Strokes– actually, I really like them; but hey, they saw us coming); but it doesn’t seem entirely organic, either. Rather, the band’s sound finds itself in safe middle ground somewhere between 1983 and 1994. The riffs are undeniably rock, but there also exists within the music a steady balance between confident optimism and the kind of abject melancholy that creates genuine connections between listeners and the artists with whom they truly empathize and relate to. This seemingly contradictory characteristic of Cats and Cobras manifests itself most clearly in the lead vocals, which alternate between a Sinatra/Morrissey croon hybrid and the sort of gruff bravado that lets you know that no matter what he happens to be saying, Tom Waits isn’t fucking around. -Greg Slattery and Michael Spawn