What else does one do when they're on the Lower East Side, with venues full to the brim of Brooklyn bands, but go catch an outfit from Los Angeles, naturally. A magnetic mix and at the time two-piece, The Dead Ships have since outgrown their quintessential Black Keys reference in ways far beyond their revolution into a three-piece. This group's 1960s garage rock sound remains fundamentally unpretentious yet is juxtaposed by its ever-growing suave depth of lyrics. Taking them in brings to mind the textures of a crisp B & W photograph- the dimension is simply splendiferous. Devlin's play-it-till-his-fingers-bleed mentality overlapping the perfect base of Christopher's beats is both jarring and subtle, handsomely intertwining. Tune in to The Dead Ships and let them AMAZE you.
*I want to note that it was Devlin who encouraged me to start writing about bands, not just focus on photography, and for that advice I thank him immensely.