Peacers

Standing tall in a tangle of guitars drums, slapback, wireless hiss interference and other mixed signals (in sterep), Peacers' debut is a max dash through the gutted and the gutter, all of which is written home about with a gleeful cock of the skull and twinkle in eye. Jolly! The perspex of the songs and production alike is saddled and well-traveled, but fresh under the glass - unmistakably out the poison-nib(well) of Mike Donovan, whose hits with Sic Alps will live forever, like candy wrappers glittering up from the sewer. And who's producing you, Peacers? Mike D's ole SF cohort himself, Ty Segall, whose rhythm sections and arrangement-commendations re-cast most of the tunes on the rec with copacetic co-ness!