New York’s Gladshot is perfectly named: Their music is clean pop with shiny harmonies and choruses that are instantly familiar, and they’ve already done shows with a diverse group of artists who appeal the college music set, like Head Automatica, Michelle Shocked, and The Antlers. I’m listening to their latest record, and I’m amazed that these guys haven’t been picked up by more blogs—or even by a network TV show for the scene where the two impossibly attractive thirtysomethings do something cute and stupid together like eat from both ends of the same hotdog or throw snowballs at their crabby-but-loveable boss.
Nice lyrics, sunny pop, and spot-on production by John “The Hold Steady” Agnello, this is a band you should have heard about before now. It’s got potential all-ages appeal. In fact, the only critique I’d offer is that it should have been released in June. Right before summer.
For fans of: Stars, Bananarama, Toad the Wet Sprocket, and even The Monkees.
