Profile: Bad Veins

Sometimes a band is just so pro, so calculated, so put together that we just want to shit in their mouths (we’re looking at you Fountains of Wayne). In the case of Cincinnati’s Bad Veins, we find their super-slick cinematic pop quite refreshing, adding a bit of class to the festival’s oeuvre. Plus, the Flaming Lips were too


Sometimes a band is just so pro, so calculated, so put together that we just want to shit in their mouths (we’re looking at you Fountains of Wayne). In the case of Cincinnati’s Bad Veins, we find their super-slick cinematic pop quite refreshing, adding a bit of class to the festival’s oeuvre. Plus, the Flaming Lips were too Continue reading “Profile: Bad Veins”