Pretty Please

Holy shit. This band opened for Whores this past week, which was the first time I had ever heard of them, but that's not saying much...I am "out of the proverbial loop". Anyway, it's one of those moments when you're not really expecting anything, and a band comes along and knocks you on your ass (not to be confused with the type of band that comes along and smacks you on the ass, or one that taps that ass...different band interactions all together).
Sounds like the early 90's (for lack of a better word) grunge aesthetic filtered through some sludgy noise rock. Elements of Cherubs and their scraping weirdness, elements of Black Cobra and their gut punching heavy tar, elements of Verbena (who they mention as an influence) and their big catchy choruses, and elements of Nirvana and their...well, their ubiquitous influence on anyone playing music based on early 90s guitar rock.
The opening to the song "Seeed" is one of the more effective "first song" sequencing choices I've heard in awhile. It sets the stage for the next thirty-something minutes of your life perfectly. Big, thick, catchy, wrenching, swinging, driving, goodness.
Man, Atlanta is fucking killing it right now! I should get out more!

DL - Shiny Grey Monotone

There’s a lot to love about the new Pretty Please single “Wormy,” not the least of which is the way it goes about encapsulating everything that makes the trio’s music so thrilling. Thunderous guitars, punishing grooves, tension-and-release dynamics, tuneful vocals that make you want to scream along and punch through a wall at the same time — it’s all there and then some. The group’s longstanding Nirvana worship remains, thank goodness, and the production in general sounds bigger and more dynamic.

As the lead track from the group’s third release, Acedia, “Wormy” is a welcome signal that the band remains committed to their dirty grunge and lurching noise rock aesthetic, even as they work to refine their songwriting into something sharper and more commanding. Vocalist/guitarist Robee Whitmire sounds particularly inspired, channeling his anxieties into a melodic rasp that later explodes into a rough-hewn snarl worthy of pre-fame Cobain. Meanwhile, bassist Brian Martinez and drummer Thomas Martino keep the low-end taut and menacing, latching themselves tight to Whitmire coiled riffs while clearing ample space for his verses to breathe. The result is one hell of a vicious earworm, the kind that doesn’t so much get stuck in your head as it eats its way into your skin. - Immersive Atlanta