Oilhead

At least two curmudgeons we’re aware of have maligned Boston’s Oilhead with unflattering comparisons to Paramore. These accusations aren’t exactly baseless. In a nutshell, Oilhead consist of spunky songstress Britteny Rose merrily bewailing relationship drama over a trancecore/pop-punk hybrid tailor-made to go over like gangbusters on Warped Tour. So, yeah, that’s a superficial but valid comparison. On the other hand, Oilhead haven’t sold their souls to Mickey Mouse and Walmart, and don’t need a multimillion dollar marketing campaign to manufacture a bogus perception of D.I.Y. origins. Oilhead don’t have any friggin’ money...For reals.


Furthermore, when you hone in on the idiosyncrasies of their debut demo/free EP, you notice they don’t sound like Paramore. They sound like Rise Against with emo(er) lyrics and sci-fi-synths substituting any political agenda. Observe: The angst ridden metalcore grandiosity of “C.A.T.S” and the seething opposition to workweek ennui on “Game of Life.” Maybe if Paramore were forced to work crappy day jobs, they’d be pissed off enough to sound like Oilhead. - Time Out Boston

"'I'm Crazy, Deal With It' should be my theme song!" - Anngelle Wood

...Opening up the night is the extremely high energy Oilhead, who perform with the mighty enthusiasm of of a band on a mission. - Richard Bouchard

...Opening up the night is the extremely high energy Oilhead, who perform with the mighty enthusiasm of of a band on a mission. - Richard Bouchard

...Opening up the night is the extremely high energy Oilhead, who perform with the mighty enthusiasm of of a band on a mission. - Boston Band Crush

Let me tell you, friends. What with everyone trying to out-clever and out-ironicize each other; there seems to be a serious dearth of bands that just plug in, turn up their juice and hit it. Oilhead does just this in "C.A.T.S." - a humdinger of power-infused track.

Each and every member of Oilhead (in this song, anyway) sounds absolutely psyched to play this song. The drummer confidently pops his snare like he has an unending supply of drumheads. The guitars join forces, Voltron-style, to become a force so strong that it's hard to find the edges of their sonic reign, which are filled in anyway by a legion of angry-sounding electronic things.

Vocalist Britty Glitter is the siren that sits upon this heavy cloud of organic and electronic instruments. Glitter's vocals add a strong high-end to this bottom-heavy sound; keening out from the mountaintops with an admirably strong voice. These are not house-C.A.T.S. but mountain lions, actively ripping chunks out of sound and throwing it at you. What, you were expecting "Memories, all alone in the moonlight?" - Boston Band Crush