Connoisseurs of the Amerindie era of 1982-1986 may recall this fine Rochester, NY quartet. Had they dwelt on the other coast, AG would have been part of LA's Paisley Underground (on the live Bless Their Pointed Little Heads they even cover Dream Syndicate's "Tell Me When It's Over"). Instead they were out on their own, all naive folk-rock selfbelief, thrusting Peter Hookish bass and Beth Brown's earnest post-punk vox. If the weedy-sounding Green House is fundamentally a polite and unassuming album, Bless Their Pointed Little Heads comes closer to the band's R.E.M.-meets-Jefferson Airplane spirit.
Connoisseurs of the Amerindie era of 1982-1986 may recall this fine Rochester, NY quartet. Had they dwelt on the other coast, AG would have been part of LA’s Paisley Underground (on the live Bless Their Pointed Little Heads they even cover Dream Syndicate’s “Tell Me When It’s Over”). Instead they were out on their own, all naive folk-rock selfbelief, thrusting Peter Hookish bass and Beth Brown’s earnest post-punk vox. If the weedy-sounding Green House is fundamentally a polite and unassuming album, Bless Their Pointed Little Heads comes closer to the band’s R.E.M.-meets-Jefferson Airplane spirit.