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MEGALOMEDIA TRIBUNE HERALD TIMES STAFF WRITER BOSTON -- It's like 1964 all over again: Screaming fans, packed venues, and fanatic Southerners burning records in the street. The cause? Four rock-and-roll musicians and their frenetic young fans. Have the Beatles re-formed? Nope. It's the Pills, the most exciting new pop band in New England, the post-Fab Four, if you will -- that is, post-punk, post-Nirvana, and post-modern.
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I. Piercing, Allston: "The Pills are psychedelic sonic salad dressing. Clyde's solos are kick-ass, John's drumming is the balls, Corin goes house on bass, and Dave... well, Dave is awfully cute." Kendall Davis Alewife, Cambridge: "They are a literal, allegorical, and anagological band, and for me, a topological band as well. They are what the Catholic Church set out to be, but never was. Also, the Pope's got nothin' on Dave in the looks department." This reporter's opinion? All these young people are correct; Dave is the rakishly good-looking one. But seriously, let us consider the Pills: Are they the genesis of a long, strange trip for jaded Generation X, or merely a placebo? From the way their fans jones for them after only one hit, I'd guess the former. As one glassy-eyed young man said: "Try 'em. You'll like 'em. And you won't want to stop." |