Todd
Louder than a nuclear assault, Todd are the wailing wall of noise that you’ve had nightmarish hallucinations of. Only more devastating.
Led by the gigantic, bearded Texan Craig Clouse, they number five in total, taking in glasses-wearing menace Lil Debbie on guitar, Fifi Cernosek and Emmylou Sunshine on keys, and Charlie Handel on drums. They drain you of emotion and then fill you up with demons until you can no longer take any more. Primal howls; jaded, jerky bass-lines (not actually, cunningly, made by a bass-guitar); and a cohesive bombast that you do not want to f**k with. (And yet, despite all this, they’re rather nice people).
Check their debut-EP ‘Todd’ for more. Five tracks of utter guitar-abandon. Or live, where you shall surrender to your new overlords of rabid distortion-chaos.
LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS: This quarterly magazine, which rose from the ashes of \'Careless Talk Costs Lives\', put out the band\'s debut five-tracker. Send them a note of appreciation, would you?
SOUTHERN: If it wasn\'t for Todd\'s new label Southern Records, we\'d not have received glorious unleashings from Shellac, Les Savy Fav, El Guapo, Q & Not U, and many other lovely, obscure superstars.