Sometimes I'll feel like explaining what it is I think I'm doing, except then I'd be laying out a plan for myself and probably end up ruining things, so why not just keep plugging along and hope that eventually someone "gets" it. I'm sure that makes no sense to anyone, but I only bring it up because Get Haunted seem to work better this way, too; they've taken their garage rock past and brought it up into the hills, as if to devise something more primitive, but to know any more might ruin the whole thing, so just shut up and run with it. Leave it alone to say that Get Haunted are the next great Connecticut band for everyone else to ignore. Maybe you've seen Estrogen Highs, and boy that Medication album is really great, and you've heard that The Field Recordings are supposed to be pretty good, but now you'll have to see Get Haunted to fill in the rest of the picture.
I drove all the way to New London last Saturday night for one thing, to see Get Haunted, and while the songs were fierce it was extra awesome for a few reasons: the way Joey steadily cracks one-liners without giving away even the slightest hint of self-awareness ("I just found this thing a week ago, and I'm still trying to figure out how it works"), then suddenly drops into a duck walk or breaks out some leftover Elvis moves before snapping right back into standing in one place again. Kevin Hodge is playing left-handed slide guitar in the background, and when the set is over he kicks his guitar to the ground, the battle being over.
There's a neat quote from the New London paper, "Macrino learned banjo as though from an Appalachian sin-eater. At the same time, his wife, Sarah, seemingly learned drums from beating on the skulls discovered in the crawl space of a serial killer who happened to really like the Louvin Brothers," and now that I know they have someone who can write like that, I might have to start reading the thing. And why not start banging away on a banjo for the fuck of it, as if it were perfectly natural for just anyone to pick one up and make it rock? You just never know anymore.
You should buy this thing from the Cosmodemonic Telegraph web site, since it's only three bucks and it's something neat to own.
Get Haunted -
(these files are now listen-only)
Here's another wicked one, from the Get Haunted bandcamp site: