Ex Hex with Speedy Ortiz Details
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Ex Hex with Speedy Ortiz
Ex Hex is what your older brother’s friends listened to. “Roxy Roller” and “Virginia Plain” rumbling from the Kenwood in the basement. It’s what your babysitters listened to, and it’s what stuck with me. Ex Hex is a power trio: guitar, drums, and bass. We are thrilled to have found a home at Merge. Ex Hex will release their debut album in 2014, and a tour is in the works including the SXSW Festival in March.
From their start as a full band, Speedy Ortiz found a warm reception in the Bay State’s rock underground, from Boston’s basements to Western Massachusetts’ experimental scene. In March 2012, the band recorded and self-released a two-song single (“Taylor Swift” / “Swim Fan”) with Paul Q. Kolderie (Pixies, Hole) and Justin Pizzoferrato (Chelsea Light Moving, Dinosaur Jr.). Establishing both creative momentum and a fanbase earned through near-constant U.S. touring, they continued with the Sports EP, a loosely conceptual 10” released on Exploding In Sound that June.
Their debut album Major Arcana, named Best New Music by Pitchfork, saw the evolution of Speedy Ortiz from a lo-fi project into a wholly collaborative effort, marked by Darl Ferm’s thick bass lines, drummer Mike Falcone’s boisterous fills, and the counterbalance between guitarist Matt Robidoux’s anti-melodic playing and frontwoman Sadie Dupuis’s angular riffing. The end result is a band able to distill their influences and impulses into something at once dissonant and melodic.
If the crackling, Pavement-informed indie rock on LA Font’s  album ‘The American Leagues’ feels like a breath of fresh air compared to all the noisy navel-gazing on the scene right now, it’s because songwriter Danny Bobbe probably still feels like an outsider. Bobbe moved from Montana to L.A. just two years ago, and his prickly songs have the feel of a wiseguy who suddenly finds himself planted in hipster heaven (if not a homeless haven) and who responds by flaming, with guitar and in verse. It’s reminiscent of other local favorites such as Rademacher, the Henry Clay People and Death to Anders, though none of them nails a baseball metaphor as LA Font does in the title track.