People hate Led Zeppelin for influencing more bad rock groups than marijuana. You can hate the Tight Bro’s not only for being under that blanket of influence, but also for contributing to the notion that people who look and sound just like Jesse Camp should be rock stars.
Mix the fast and sloppy chops of the Ramones (only sloppier and with solos) with the aneurysm-inducing shrieks of AC/DC’s vertically challenged singer, and you might be getting close to the sound of this Olympia, Washington based quintet. Irritating? you ask. If musical talent was gunpowder I wouldn’t have enough here to blow my nose, let alone blow my brains out. It is humane in that it is only thirty minutes long.
From start to finish lead singer, Jared, screams his little larynx off and masks what you could call guitar playing. Justin, the drummer, seems to be a font of talent in this lacking group. His chops would be good if only it weren’t for weak snare rolls inserted into every single gap in the music. I would go on to tell tale of which songs he sounds particularly good in, but they all basically sound the same anyway.
Kill Rock Stars (KRS), not to be confused with KRS-One, not to be confuse with Kris Kristoferson, and not to be confused with Kris Kross, was started in 1991 as an indie label for spoken word (or as they call it wordcore). While they have enjoyed mild success from bands like Bikini Kill, Tight Bro’s sound won’t be running through anyone’s bones any time soon. I wouldn’t exactly say that their music needs to be stopped, but it’s giving people with bad haircuts the wrong idea.