Hailing from Athens, Georgia, the town that begat R.E.M., Pylon, and the B-52's, comes Elf Power. The quartet forms a straightforward, power-pop juggernaut with enough folky and psychedelic underpinnings to endear it to anybody with taste, and most certainly to the casual listener. Philly's Man Man bandmates can act weird and take all the kitschy photographs they want, but when it comes to re-creating a somewhat cohesive Jodorowsky-inspired headfuck in the aural planes, they hit the nail on the head, sides, and bottom. Again: Who's paying for all of this goodness? Good music, weird shit on stage, crackheads on the sidewalk, and a tittie bar catty-corner from the entrance? This is either fuckery most foul, or some folks finally got their heads screwed on right.
