Somewhere beyond Missed Connections and Casual Encounters, unreformed romantics still pine for an origin myth. A chord shimmers, a snare swaggers, a bass line snakes, and here's one more revelation.
tinmouth sounds familiar because they never shy from genre-bending weirdo worship — (should a Gary Glitter beat really coexist with a weary Neil Young-ish lament? That's for you to decide; the band has clearly made up their minds).
Neither abandoning nor wallowing in the past, Timothy, Aaron and Alyssa have emerged from whatever murky estuaries to construct a sound both sophisticated and playful. While the melodies will stick in your brain, the playing is all heart.
Live, tinmouth strips the muscle from the bone — loose-limbed, lean and limber. So while they may be waiting on "one more revelation," others are catching on that it's already here.