Howling background chants, large landscapes filled with the quiet pattering of a piano, soaring trumpet melodies, and a distant and large swelling guitar. On "It Gets Your Body Movin"—somewhere amidst the mess of their own pop-infused chaos—the strained voices of Brooklyn's Suckers unleash fistfuls of sunshine. The band's debt four-song EP, released in April off I Am Sound Records, is experimental pop music at its best. Look past the terrible name and the goofy get-up: this a band worth keeping an eye on.
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