October 5, 2015 | by Bryne Yancey

The Recommended feature, something we used to, well, recommend new bands to our readers, is recurring and irregular. It is the blood moon of features, though I guess it happens a little more frequently than that, but, you get the idea.

Really, and I swear this is going to make me sound far more jaded and disillusioned than I am, is that there just hasn’t been much to recommend lately. It’s a belabored point, but there’s just so much music now. It can be at once exciting and overwhelming; bands have to work harder than ever to signify that what they’re doing is worth our limited time and attention. At one point I even thought to myself, “wait is music actually bad now”  No, of course it isn’t. We’ve been over this. I’ve been spending a lot of time listening, discovering and in some cases rediscovering bands and albums from years and decades ago. But I can’t write a Recommended piece on Black Sabbath, though I do recommend them.

Downies are a new punk band from Brooklyn, which for those keeping score (or for those “lucky” enough to get press releases emailed to them) is now where every band resides. Except Black Sabbath, I guess. But unlike those other Brooklyn bands, many of whom perform make-believe genres of music such as techno-folk and have disemvoweled names such as WHFCKNGCRS (note to bands from Brooklyn/earth: please pay me if you steal this name) Downies fully embody the school of thought of, “Get in. Play loud. Rip. Get the fuck out. Leave them wanting more.” Their self-titled EP, due for a vinyl release in January 2016, is a little under eight minutes in length, but every second is at once, tightly wound and completely invigorating. The Marked Men are an easy sonic comparison, right down to the guitar tones and reverbed-out vocals, but for such a new band, the pop sensibilities, the inherent chops on display here are awfully impressively, fully realized. There’s a lot of neat little moments, like the abrupt-but-seamless tempo changes in “Widow”; the way the vocal melody unexpectedly and beautifully lingers for an extra second or two in “End” (you’ll know what I mean when you hear it); the dizzying speed and RIFFS and screams that make “Theme” eminently replayable. There’s more. Just listen to it/buy it/pre-order the vinyl below.