by A.D. Amorosi
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rock/pop
There's nothing about Busses that says they're from the windswept beaches of California, or have Viking ancestry. Still, you can hear elements of each on the Philly trio's self-released eponymous debut full-length. The songs are intimate and the instrumentation is spare, but there's also some Zep-esque sex-warrior hollering and precocious Beach Boys-ish harmonizing on top of all the prog-pop and jazzy punk. When Busses is in full swing, it feels like a tiny raging orchestra singing about revolutionaries and houses on fire.


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