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Osteoferocious
12+ albums
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Osteoferocious is the product of two stranded Indiana minds; Aaron Bragg and Erik Fox. Crunchy guitars combine with crunchier drums to create a snack that would fit right in with a bag of chips. And that's something no one can complain about. If we learned anything from “The Wizard” (1989), it is that those famous Dinosaurs of Cabazon, California are sites of poignant dramas, and budding romantic intrigue. Osteoferocious’ debut on Flannelgraph Records, OF, brings these not-altogether-paleontologically-correct titans to mind, somehow. How? The songs flash by with the brevity, blurriness and gut-level poignancy of fleeting childhood vacation memories. Both are representative of modest people’s absurd desire to bring something enormous into being simply to be enjoyed by whosoever may. And somewhere, inside both, Christian Slater and Beau Bridges are hanging out with Jenny Lewis. If you’ve been paying attention to punk and indie rock for the past two or three years, you’ll recognize OF’s “singing drummer” (Erik Fox) + “guitarist who also sings” (Aaron Bragg) setup from bands like No Age and Japandroids, as well as its knack for inserting instrumental prettiness (“Ryan Wakes Up with a Skeleton in His Bed”) between loud, fast shout-alongs (“Spring Strains”). Let us not be guilty of short memories, however – these songs are genuine bursts of lusty life unblemished by this or that comparison, whose book promiscuity (see tantalizing opener, “Who Would want to Leave” or
