Nominally, Girl Pants is still fundamentally a post-hardcore band, if an acute one. Songs surge with a serrated fury, powered by frantic shouts come and kinetic riffs.
When White sings “There is no room for subtlety,” one can’t help but imagine it’s done with a smirk.
“I think I’m tired beyond the capability of rational thought at this point.”
“We should have a much more progressive music scene [in Charlotte]. And that has many parents, but one of them is not having college radio.”
Last year, people really started freaking out about Shovels and Rope, a spitfire husband-and-wife alt-country duo from Charleston, South Carolina.
“I think we’ve figured out trying is the wrong thing to do.”
“It’s hard to really quantify it other than to say, ‘a lot.’ A number of other things were happening at the time as well, but being in a place as environmentally stressful made those other stresses that much more acute. It was a fascinating but dreadful place.”
Ecstasy has two definitions.
“It’s, like, is this fucking terrible, like fucking retardedly the worst thing ever or the most amazing thing in the entire universe?”