The Pack A.D. with ACTORS, Sorry Edith

Destruction and melody, acid wit and bruising vocals-this is the Pack A.D. Singer/guitarist Becky Black and drummer Maya Miller have made a sound so gigantic, so fierce and raw and empowering, that it's easy to forget there are just two people behind this brilliant, carefully constructed havoc. Shredding and pounding their way through every song, the Pack A.D. swallows you whole inside their fearless Franken-blend of heavy psychpop/garage-rock. Their lyrics are wild nests, human and complex: darkly funny disclosures about depression; indictments of digital excess; grief-stricken fire bombs; sly crusades against stupidity.

ACTORS are a smooth night drive on a downtown viaduct; anesthetizing and brimming with kinetic energy. With warm keyboard pads and high frequency bass lines listeners fall in love immediately with a sound that’s both aggressive AND creamy. The new wave four piece achieves their end goal by paying tribute to the production and arrangement of Hughes-ian era heart melters and the kind of hymns found in those once-in-a-lifetime dreams. They’ve created a soundtrack that could have only come from a city that’s constructed of hopeless glass towers and features an exquisite grey void that canopies overhead every day of the year. Actors make terrible musicians, but musicians often make fantastic ACTORS.

The post-punk revival triad, Sorry Edith, began in a dusty old artist studio above a heavy metal jam space in East Vancouver. Pulling influences from grunge to synth pop - Aubrey, Deona, and Kaylee, fall nothing short of deftly produced minerals and stones.


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