PLASTRON

“their show and their stage presence was strong, quirky and unique”

“Plastron, less a band ~ more of a contemporary amoeba-like thing which surrounds, ingests and morphs to the next corner of the microscope slide”

“the taste of lipstick and Creme de Menthe and the feeling of her groin on your leg” - Philly Music

"If you're looking to expand your music collection and want something fresh and new, then look no further - buy this CD now! "Super Sex Hero" offers a wide array of original music - nothing like you've heard before and defying any stylistic category or bounds." - Amazon reviewer

"hey guys! your so amazing, i can seriously listen and dance to your music all day.
thank you for the unique music, its inspirational." - Fan mail

Once the surf guitar of the first three tracks has washed over you, Plastron kick sand with the appropriately titled Blast exploding into something altogether punkier, funkier, catchier and downright scarier. From then on this Philly-based, garage, psychedelic, new-wave, whatsamacallit run amok like a rabid Scooby Doo through haunted woods, vertiginous galaxies and cavernous depths. By halftime they’ve administered a master shot of adrenaline that an elephant dart of Diazepam couldn’t combat.

Plastron thrive when teetering on the edge of all over the place, the frenetic, wired rhythms channelled through their veins by some Dark Star puppeteer, laughing maniacally as they sweat to keep up.

On occasion they slip: El Gato, a whacked-out feline paean, takes the anything-goes spirit to a loose end, and occasionally you’ll accuse vocalist Lil of openly mimicking either EP-era Karen O (sans Neanderthal sex), or, during Scary Circus, the faux-innocence of Stefani. But, ultimately, the flaws add to the charm, the uncertainty as to whether everyone is in the same race barely affording the listener time to breathe.

Even when the sub-3 minute orgasm Pizaaz teases you with climax - lyrics unravelling into ‘Oohs’, ‘Aaahs’ and ‘Ngarghs!’ while clinically-possessed guitar, bass, and cans throb relentlessly behind - they shoot further still into Crusader Invader and, strong contender for song-title-of-the-year, Kick-Ass Bar Mitzvah (with Kalashnikov snares no less!). Finally, once 45 seconds of this magnificent, lurching album reverse before your ears on closer Reprise, you are plunked back at the start, dizzy but safe in the sand. Now, have a quick-deserved rest before jumping back in the rip for another ride.
8/10

Andy Knight - Coloursonic, UK

Plastron "Enchanted Evening"
Self-produced
Take an unusual amalgamation of psychedelic rock and wave-ripping surf coupled with a pop punk frame; slap them together and you have Plastron! Raising their glass to originality, this group of Philadelphians could be hard to compare with anyone, but could very easily be the ones others may be compared to. From the rip-roaring surf guitar of "Scary Circus" to the new wave punk of "Roctopus", Plastron challenges comparison and shows off musically with attitude and swagger. Check them out; you won't be disappointed.

Monk's Picks
Scary Circus
Rocktopus
Jet Fueled Mind
- Independents Only

"In a sort of Jetson-age surf rock expressionism, Enchanted Evening comes through as a powerfully unusual soundtrack for the post-apocalyptic sock hops envisioned by the pop-culture leaders under the A-Bomb threat. Totally bizarre and undeniably poppy" - Origivation Magazine

"Plastron gets high points for marketability. They have a nice off-beat image and great sound appeal. This band is the total package and is a band to keep an eye out for" - The Honest Truth