Dear World, If you have not yet listened to Marnie Stern, you need to get on that auditory train to terrific. Layers upon layers of quick guitar fingers congealed into an electric stormcloud of mania with an undercoat of frenetic drumming courtesy of Zach Hill (Hella, a buttload of other bands). Marnie scores one for gender equality in the department of guitar shredding, probably one of the departments most in need of ratio adjustment. It never feels like affirmative action, there is no "... for a girl" appended to the exclamations of wonder at her prickly guitar lines. Her music is like being caught in a casino where all the slot machine sounds are syncopated and in key, and some gangster is upstairs with his snare-drum machine gun destroying everything.
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