The Repulsion Box by Sons and Daughters
It’s hard to explain the sound of the Sons and Daughters: Nearly incomprehensible Scot accents, driving guitars, staccato beats and idiosyncratic lyrics is pretty accurate, but doesn’t convey the fun and all-out rocking of the band.
Perhaps the best way to sell this album is through single tracks: Buy, through your favorite singles vendor, “Dance Me In.” If that doesn’t sell you (or, alternately, “Monsters,” “Taste the Last Girl,” “Medicine” or “Rama Lama”), this album isn’t for you.
You’re probably also in a coma.
The Repulsion Box
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