Hmm, this Wounded City EP is interesting. I typically am not so easily accepting of new/unfamiliar groups that garner lyrical/vocal releases, especially if they condone singing styles that are akin to various other bands, but Dried Spider does something intriguing here. Other than them contacting Tiny Mix Tapes because of a reference from underground angel Barnaby Bennett, but Wounded City mingles such a colorful array of styles into their overall sound that is portrayed more like a collection of travels than something considered “all over the place.” Even if one could loosely define Dried Spider’s newest EP being “all over the place,” their left field antics never sound too experimentally overdone and the accessibility of their sound is akin of what I’d expect my moms to listen to while chillin’ on a west coast beach of Mexico.
As one experiences the video for Wounded City, Dried Spider doesn’t come off cocky or egotistical either: they’re not all jamming out to the soul of song, or even casually walking and singing, NO! They all seem proud of their work, standing and chatting and chilling atop of the land they breathe upon, flushed with casual happiness and unintimidating swag. The same sorta swag that draws me into Dried Spider’s variety of song structure and EP fluidity. Songs switch time signatures like mad, piano sounds scattering through, bass and drums doing they jorb on the random-at-random, guitars echOOing throughout, synthetic sounds bursting on the low, trickles of imagery of travels and life, and -overall- pure joy. Experience Wounded City by Dried Spider entirely below:
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