Member Since: 25/05/2006
Band Website: http://listen.to/starvehicle
Band Members: Cyndi Elliott: gtr, voice
Geoff Greenberg: drums, voice
Neil Hoying: gtr, voice
Sounds Like: The Cruelest Month (1999) press:
"As if burdened by time, Star Vehicle burns and churns their way through this taut, six-song advance-EP that will undoubtedly become a full-lengther by the time it reaches the stores. The opener shreds, the closer burns, and in between, it smolders, flares and combusts in spastic conflagrant fits of noise, tension and dynamism. Abrupt endings and changes abound on this EP, as jarring, complex rhythms and atonal riffs knock the listener around the ring of Star Vehicle's searing sound. In fact, by clocking in at just under twelve minutes, these six songs race by like rounds in a prizefight. Star Vehicle charges from the bell in a blaze of sweaty, swinging fury, dusting the mat with yr ass then cajoling you to get up so they may bring the pugilism once more. Fetch yrself a mouthguard and a ratty-pair of boxing leathers and climb between the ropes with this trio. That closed eye-lid and shattered jaw will be well worth the effort. Ding!" -- Steven M. Brydges, Heckler
Waltzes For You (1997) press:
"What they do with their noise translates into something beyond the realm of those who try to follow the groove and come up ten years too late." -- Your Flesh Magazine
"The group manages to sound at once sparse and well-adorned... They make a darned good impression." -- Puncture
"Harmonius vocals overlay these tracks of melodic guitars and other 'noise.' Are you hip to the virtual art rock?" -- Punk Planet
Quirky, rhythmically off-camber moments thrown into danger by unplanned hiccups of punctuated sax rock slides. Narrow paths thrown akimbo by bobbing bass and kick drum, forces the eyes to stare down at each careful foot placement. Afterall, the landscape is littered with effects pedals, rattlesnakes, and scorpions. Arms outstretched holding guitars balance the teetering breath-holding fear as if tight rope walking high atop a bed of cacti. Fragile, nervous and yet in command of your own humanity, you grab the tone arm from your partner's backpack and forage calculatingly onward up the mountainous terrain. -- Keith York, MOD magazine
High Roller (1996) press:
"Tough, convincing, and without all the imagined problems or suggestiveness that help sell records. This song needs no crutch and is hip as is. Hooray for the music and death to the gimmicks." -- Moo Magazine
"More baroque art rock than industrial, rooted in blitzing drums, dual-guitar, no-bass attack." -- New City
"Record store clerks with thick glasses will file this under "slowcore", but make up your own mind about Star Vehicle's odd drum syncopations, moody dynamic shifts and juxtaposition of clean and distorted guitars." -- Alternative Press
Record Label: Semiotic Idiot
Type of Label: Indie