Not enough perfectly lazy garage pop has graced my ears this summer, so The Eeries are a slow moving gust of musty old wind that came just in time to warm this chilly atmosphere. The July heat waves are over, so let's hear it for The Eeries.
The trio's from Philly and sound like the kind of backyard stool philosophers who'd get along fine with Queens pigeons the Beets or Ritchie Valens' zombie spirit, or a sizzurp'd Monster Mash block party since they're called The Eeries and have some album art that'd make a great B movie.
They have EPs for free down in their blog by the river here.
