Scrappy, spunky indie-guitar tunes with a female
singer/songwriter
,
the State Champs
are part of a respectable lineage that reaches back at least a couple decades to the early days of bands like
Antietam
and
the Blake Babies
.
Singer/songwriter
Amy Abts
used to have a solo career (about half of these songs are in fact retreads from an obscure solo record
Abts
released in 2003), but
feel like a coherent band; in particular, guitarist
Greg Conley
's harmony vocals help a lot in avoiding the "
plus backing group" sound. And in 2007,
The State Champs
gets points simply for sounding so retro that it's refreshing. However, had the album been released in the golden age of this style of music (say, in between
Liz Phair
's
Exile in Guyville
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), it likely would have been lost in the shuffle.
has an appealingly whiny voice that recalls
Helium
Mary Timony
in spots, and the band's spiky
alt-rock
interplay is casually enjoyable, but there is little in the songs themselves that truly grabs the listener's attention once the nostalgic glow of the overall sound has worn off. If a couple spins of
causes the listener to go back and dust off the old
Bettie Serveert
Throwing Muses
records, that's about as good an outcome as can be expected. ~ Stewart Mason