Semi Trucks - Georgia Overdrive

Semi Trucks - Georgia OverdriveMany waves to the thick of it, a sonic memory, a tremolo boat in the summer sun. Nothing withers away full speed ahead, here comes Semi Trucks with Georgia Overdrive. Across 10 tracks, Brenden Sepe (guitar and vocals) Finn Beard (guitar and vocals), Bronwyn Bradshaw (bass and vocals) and Ian Collins (drums), craft their pop morale with a crude underpinning. An ever ending daisy chain. Shackled loosely in big blue, in the wide open sun stained streets,

Many waves to the thick of it, a sonic memory, a tremolo boat in the summer sun. Nothing withers away full speed ahead, here comes Semi Trucks with Georgia Overdrive. Across 10 tracks, Brenden Sepe (guitar and vocals) Finn Beard (guitar and vocals), Bronwyn Bradshaw (bass and vocals) and Ian Collins (drums), craft their pop morale with a crude underpinning. An ever ending daisy chain. Shackled loosely in big blue, in the wide open sun stained streets, in a garage on Lexington, in the small bars where everyone acts like stars. Clean guitar, flaccid guitar, noise guitar. "Well I heard you say, You're going far away so you can see the shape and the state I'm in, and what was found was lost someway.." Recorded in the spring of 2024 in Los Angeles with Robbie Cody (Wand, Pink Trash Can) Georgia Overdrive plays like a best-of, hit-laden gut punch. Rocking back and forth as they sing barefoot, sprawled out in a grass field clutching a summer hits floppy disc. Moments pass you with an air of Velvets or Sonics to the late 80's SST rockers Opal, or down the way, sometimes recalling indie expressionists Summer Hits to culminate in a tenderness and noise wrangling that is homegrown in their native city of Los Angeles. This being the first Semi Trucks album with a full band line up (Sepe released "Vs California" as a solo bedroom effort in 2021), they went hard and took great care to strike with depth and precision, weaving feedback and sugar-coated hooks. Sepe's effortless vocal melodies dance with the breathy delivery of Bradshaw's. The interplay and volleying is effortless as the record unfolds to reveal deeper revelations. A wildfire. Cracked ceramics. Orange and pink flakey chrome in a can. Blissful underpinnings, darker than the night, full speed ahead, nowhere to turn off. "When it gets loud we can turn the stereo up, say we don't need the world.."