Formed in 2015, Flasher is Taylor Mulitz (guitar, vocals), Daniel Saperstein (bass, vocals), and Emma Baker
(drums, vocals). Long-time friends, they are also established members of Washington, D.C.’s re-emergent
DIY music scene.
However, while Flasher is a product of that crew, its music operates with different physics. Where their
local peers favor direct and volatile gestures, Flasher’s music exists in the tension between conflicting
feelings and sensibilities. They’re jagged, but woozy. Tender, but aggressive. When you’re singing through
peavey speakers on sticks in a venue that’s more underwater ashtray than group house living room, it’s
hard to project anything resembling sensuality. Flasher does, though.
Originally, released on cassette in April of 2016 and now reissued on vinyl, the band’s self-titled debut
includes seven songs recorded at Lurch, a studio run by Saperstein and Owen Wuerker (fellow D.C. resident
and member of Big Hush).
The songs are born from a process of deconstruction and reassembly. Melodic motifs are transmuted into
fodder for the rhythm section. Call and response vocals warp and skew established gender roles. Lyrically,
the trio take on experiences of shame, guilt, and pleasure, and haul them away from abstraction toward a
place of physical expression. The songs are intended as experiment in how far a body – whether composed
of flesh and bone, or melody and rhythm – can be restructured and reinvented while remaining desirable
or even functional.
The results speak to the band’s transformation over the last year, both in personal matters and as artists.
Closing track “Destroy” began as a heartsick home demo written years before Flasher formed. At that time,
the chorus, “I just want to be your boy,” was a plea for connection. Here, the song is fundamentally
changed for the better. There’s more bite in Multiz’s delivery, maybe even a bit of sarcasm. “Destroy” ends
amid layers of guitar skree and volume. What was a moment of vulnerability is now all attitude.

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From the fog, pop prevails. Members Emily Kempf, Eric McGrady and Jason Balla formed Dehd in the Summer of 2 thousand 15. Kempf and Balla's vocals meet and depart over wiggling guitar licks and the lazy rhythms of McGrady's stand-up drum kit. Dizzy days and desert nights are the stuff dreams are made of, as are the musical recordings Dehd have assembled.

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