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Largely overlooked Los Angeles by-way-of Birmingham, Ala., Remy Zero have always been a dark horse in the ?æ90s race for guitar-driven world domination. Crafty, bent guitar melodies weave themselves around singer Cinjun Tate's weepy croon and the spirit of Polvo steers the bass and drums' research into loose but intricate rhythms. Their melodic, effects-driven innovation points and shoots angularities without hesitation, creating in their best moments disarming, warped bits of picturesque pop without insulting the sensibilities of those fans of Post-Rock experimentation or Prog-Rock anti-groove. If you felt the pop magic of Polvo's earlier, more straightforward approach or Chavez's hidden love for Neo-Psychedelia, it's not a stretch to speculate you may find merits here.
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