Lauren Lauren's friend Chris DeMento did a write up on our show at the Hemlock for local music blog The Bay Bridged. You can check it out here.

Here's the relevant portion:

First to play: Pants, Pants, Pants, and weren’t they a fine, buggering mess? The lady singer goes by Lauren; also a talented baker she seems, and a proper yank (Brooklyn). Her sound and her cupcakes did abound in equal measure. She projects on up-tempo, well-meaning indie tech hop songs, although she’d ought insist her mates turn down just a hair. We can’t understand you, love. According to bassist / trombonist / tech-supportist Steve, “She’ll cut you.” Or at least leave you a-dangling there at another stellar public house wishing you weren’t such a dastardly boor, wishing, old boy, that you knew the first thing to say to a woman with a voice like that. She also plays melodica in her spare time. Who doesn’t, then? Her party-boy buddies serve up a lurid, though somewhat novel, electro-rock cocktail, Ivan busying himself about his funk batterie, Steve alternately holding down bass and synth and cpu, we reckon. Like Matt Jones said in a fake British accent, “a weird show, but a good show.”

If they were a bloke, Pants, Pants, Pants would be the puff with the long-legged, proper fit, glorified-cupholder ladygirl girlfriend who is not allowed to sit by him, really, or look him square in the eye, ever; even better, Pants, Pants, Pants’d be the soundtrack to same dude’s electric memoir movie.

.......wait, what?

Highlights for me include the description of our songs as "well meaning" and "somewhat novel," our drummer "Ivan," and of course the Pants Pants Pants as bloke section (which I'm still trying to figure out). Also, congrats to our friend Mike for having his quote included in the section about the Vows. Someone liked one of your jokes enough to put it in print! You're slipping Mike.

Stay tuned for a new feature we're adding, Reviewing the Review(er). Methinks that bird Lauren Lauren should tackle this one.