The Golden Blondes

The first two tracks on the Golden Blondes’ four-song self-titled EP, the release of which we celebrate tonight, are a little misleading. They trick you into believing the band is only a slick garage-rocking trio that's not afraid to roll the bass to the front of the mix. Then the last two songs take a surprising turn--“Discount Prices,” comes off as an Old 97’s song on some bizarro plane where Jello Biafra has eaten Rhett Miller and “Wasted” is a tuned-down, almost shoegazing weeper. As impressive as it is that the Golden Blondes can pull all these sounds off, it’s even more so that they already know the secret to keeping fans interested: curiosity about what you’ll do next. With Hounds of the Wild Hunt, Pipsisewah. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

Sat., March 26, 10 p.m., 2011

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