Inspired by the honesty of contemporaries like Mike Hunchback, the DIY aesthetic of early Thermals and Nobunny albums, and all the poppiest melodies of her favorite singles, stoned songwriter Colleen Green creates the original pop soundtrack to all the days you spend in a daze.
Green's strength is in application and in doing so she builds a familiar sound; at the same time it's unlike anything you've heard before. Her songs run the gamut in musical styles, from Ramones rip-off pop punk to dreamy stoned drone to getting-ready-for-da-club-shit.
San Diego’s current wave of underground snarlers comes to us in the form of Plateaus, a furiously laid back pop band with that special something everyone is striving for, clearly bleeding through and visibly staining their jeans for all to see. This band offers no hidden agenda, no life-changing song structures, or ear-bending production, just incredible sloptastic pop that hangs off the cliff of irresistibility like no tomorrow. It’s always more impressive when bands can do more with less, and Plateaus fall squarely into that arena, knocking out hit after hit without breaking into any sketchy territory, and locking down the adoration of anyone lucky enough to cross their path. From the moment we heard their debut tracks on the Art Fag 7?, it was true love: sharply ripped, revved-up pop songs that bring to mind the early dual vocal stomp of Red Cross and The Simpletones, crushed into perfect blasts of that modern “punk ambrosia,” of which we just can’t ever get enough. Yes, Plateaus are a band you can fall for quick. There’s just something about their perfectly disheveled pop that’s so massively lacking these days, but we’re glad to be able to shove them into your life. – Victimoftime.com