Reykjavík doesn't rock anymore. It hasn't for a long while. It knits sweaters, grows beards, bundles its hair up and gently lets unintrusive notes roll into your general direction. Enter
Pink Street Boys: loud, young yet groggy, disappointed but longing, scholars of old rock, psychedelic jams, blues, garage rock and poorly washed tank tops.
This squad has been through its fair share of changes, dissolution, adversities and what-not. They tried different styles via
Kid Twist and
The Dandelion Seeds, but in Pink Street they seem to have struck the balance that has eluded them since the beginning. There's harmony in this shit.
John Evicci of
Acme Records,
Out Cold and
Oblivination know good rock when he hears it. He's backed the band since its inception:
"What can I say, man? Absolutely love these guys. Iceland finally has a straight-up, unqualified, kick-in-the-nuts punk rocknroll band. All I can say is IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!" - Evicci
You heard the man. Stop dicking around and grab this bull by the horns already. The
Pink Street Boys have arrived.
- Birkir Fjalar
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