The Glands
The Glands
Capricorn
If planet earth resembles a bald head, could a simple skullcap represent all the musical factions surrounding us all? The Glands could be easily dismissed, but that would be a huge mistake. Closed-minded assholes will always hate everything but their particular precious cause, and that’s too fucking bad. The Glands rip some gorgeously lucid offerings. If you live in a world where insightful words, moving melodies, and masterful handling of musical instruments rule, then the Glands must get your fucking attention! There are at least nine songs that will have the ghost of Lennon and McCartney jerking off. They’re just four ordinary guys with movie-star charm.
Capricorn Records, 83 Walton St., Atlanta, GA 30033; www.capri.corn.com
