And One Is Left Standing

Danava - Quiet Babies Astray in a Manger 12"
Remember that time that you and your friends went to your buddy's backyard and he had that big ol' tee pee out there and you all crushed some beers pretty fast and had a fire going good? And you talked all kinds of shit and you made plans -- you were gonna do some shit with your lives. Maybe you swung some sticks of fire over your head. Maybe you made hand-motions in the air, tuning in tokyo. Maybe you just knew that it was the middle of summer and shit was about to happen. Now imagine if Danava was playing, and you would've actually got off your ass and done something, rather than just sit there talking about it. Whenever that bass hits - so sweet and rolling in one of the most refreshing tones - I just lose myself in it.
Howl at the moon, bitches.
Forget what you know about hipster metal. Forget what you know about stoners. This is for everyone. It's all cymbal crash and complexity. Dude on guitar is trying to figure his shit out, and I'm right there with him. I'm trying to figure it out too man. I feel you. Even though I came up in the woods of New Hampshire and these heshers were ripping jeans in the sticks of Oregon, I'm sure I know what they're on about. Expressive music is expressive, regardless of the genre. And man, this song just builds and builds and you can just see these guys at odds with themselves. Do we rock? Do we scream? Do we give the people what they want, or do we curl up in the guitar solo equivelant of the fetal position? Shit, son... I don't know. I just know I love it.
And I know I can't wait to see them on Saturday at Spaceland (with Snowfoxxes! + $2.50 beers after 12:30). You should all come out. We'll crush some beers and crack some skulls. This song is from their tour-only 12". Come out and buy one. Suckers.