LA rock band the gloss brings the ultra-modern gritty, grimy urban street glam on their debut EP 'the city'. the songs sound like too many nights out and regretful late mornings with bloody marys and big sunglasses.
the EP's closer, 'bellows', is an especially cool, woozy delirium-tremens slowburner. as you might know if you follow this spot, i try to avoid comparisons in my writing. however, a comparison with the strokes is pretty much unavoidable here, due to the fuzzy, chugging guitars and the singer's distorted, decadent julian casblancas-esque drawl.
name you price for the digital EP here.