Edmonton’s Brazilian Money is after our hearts. Boasting members of The Mitts and The Wicked Awesomes, this sounds like the kind of stuff that’s made by super-skinny, greater-Rochester-area vegans who, amongst other things, throw the best kitchen shows ever, pull off the cords-Saucony Jazz uniform perfectly, manage to have way better record collections than your city should dictate and own closets full of rare Celtic Frost T-shirts.
Tastefully skronky with giant choruses and heaps of of garage-swagger, we’d liken this to noisy, late-90s Western New York fare, Meneguar, or perhaps the laziest record reviewer comparison, early Modest Mouse. But we’re not going to, because that’s way off-base. It’s stellar shit. And it stands on its own.