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HOLIDAY FRIENDS - Hailing from Astoria, Oregon Holiday Friends’ brand of pop is joyful and bright, marked by up-tempo hooks and shining melodies, by the dark growl of bass and tom, and by bright trills of synth and guitar rolling over tongue-in-cheek lyrics.
On its consistently uplifting debut album Major Magic, the spirited quintet—singer-guitarist Scott Fagerland and singer-keyboardist Jesse Wityczak, who share most of the band’s songwriting duties, plus Scott’s brother Jon Fagerland on guitar, keys and vocals, bassist Zack O’Connor and drummer Joey Ficken—deliver ten joyous new tunes that strike a decisive blow for the enduring values of infectious melodic hooks and emotional engaging lyrics. http://www.holidayfriendsmusic.com/
THE BACKUPS - infectious indie rock from Spokane
TUFT - is the band in Los Angeles formerly known as "Hi Ho Silver Oh." The most unexpected thing happened when Casey Trela packed up his car in North Carolina heading west for Los Angeles. He turned on the radio and heard himself. It was not music he had written or recorded, yet still he knew it to be his own. He heard his voice and the hum of his guitar and recognized them as immediately as he would his own reflection. He changed the station only to find another mysterious song of his own creation. Song after song poured from the speakers; song after song his own.
When Casey grew tired of his own thoughts he picked up a mustachioed hitchhiker, Kevin Manwarren, headed for Oklahoma. The radio remained audible though Casey would not let on the secret of the music’s origin. Instead, after many miles of silence, Kevin spoke up. He said, “You’ll think me mad - I think me mad - but I swear that is me playing bass. In this song. In all these songs. I don’t know how, but it is me.” Of course, Casey did not think him mad. “I am just as certain it is you.” Oklahoma came and went, Kevin stayed with Casey.
At a truck stop in the middle of who-knows-where they met Roxy Radulescu, and immediately knew she was destined to join them. She was less certain, at least at first. But upon hearing a single verse emanate from Casey’s automobile she plucked her personal belongings from the cab and abandoned the 18-wheel big rig she rode in on, joining them on their fateful journey. The deejay called them TUFT, and so they were, ever more. Introducing TUFT, the music. http://www.tuftmusic.com/