MP3 Greg Hoy - Feel The Crunch!

'Itâs nice to be reminded that AC/DC and Black Flag essentially both started with dirtbags who like loud amps.fits nicely into the company of artists such as Urge Overkill and Guided by Voices who fashioned Arena rock for VFW Halls.' The Deli Magazine NYC

11 MP3 Songs in this album (31:11) !
Related styles: ROCK: Rock & Roll, ROCK: Punk-Pop

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Details:
Economic collapse, loud volume, boy meets girl, cars, information, blame, love, terror, sacrifice - one guy gets in a room and lets it all out with microphones and tapes running. Feel The Crunch.

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Time Out New York says 'Hoy's clear-eyed rock is fueled by straight-up melodicism.'

The Deli Magazine says 'Itâs nice to be reminded that AC/DC and Black Flag essentially both started with dirtbags who like loud amps...fits nicely into the company of artists from the previous decade such as Urge Overkill and Guided by Voices who fashioned Arena rock for VFW Halls.'

Punk Planet says 'Fortified with 10 essential hooks that'll bounce through your head well after the disc's end.'

Pittsburgh Post Gazette says 'A power-pop explosion fueled by hooks you'll swear must grow on trees outside the singer's Brooklyn window.' (Masley)

International Cork says 'Muscular with brains, brainy with muscle, Greg Hoy writes the kind of left-of-the-dial rock that the repeat button on your cd player was designed for.'

The Big Takeover says 'Hoy has to be the best power-pop record I've ever heard recorded entirely by one person. Is he for real? You keep glancing at the sleeve notes, thinking the man must be joshing, taking credit for others' playing, because Hoy betrays no veneer or vestige of such a solitary, necessarily piece-meal installments project. What it sounds like is a rockin' quartet, with Hoy's full-throated singing leading the charge. This is power-pop with big guitar crunch, some real back-beat presence, and encircling guitars, bold melodies and no hint of boyish niceties or polite mannerism....Sign me up for the next gig, and see you in the front row.' (Jack Rabid)