by John Vettese
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rock/pop
Really, it's all about texture. If we were to evaluate Robes solely on melodies and lyrics — which pine over routine personal failures and misspent romantic desire — well, we'd be a lot less impressed. It's not bad, but certainly commonplace. Smartly, this quartet of Wilkes-Barre transplants dress their thematic concerns in pure volume: the buzz of overdriven amps and the snap of broken drum heads, vocals screaming through an echo tube, Spiritualized-esque loops and samples. The result is galvanizing on the band's self-produced, self-released EP The Brakes; while we wait to hear what Brian McTear manages to do with its debut full-length, let's catch a show or three of Robes' Silk City June residency.


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