You have to have a little affection for bands aping a scene that they're a continent away from. Portland's Joggers seemed to desperately want in on the NYC sound of the early 'aughts. I guess they knew they could never be the Walkmen, so they had the good sense to highlight their harmony chops (not actually in evidence on this track) and lose the attitude. It was a nice angle, but it didn't raise them above the pack of also-rans. Still, I put on their debut album the other day and was pleased that it brought fond memories of that time, in all its nasal-voiced charm.
The Joggers - Hot Autism
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