Halifax, NS

This car crash is made of capital letters and ripped jeans, and Cousins are your next of kin. A lo-fi garage-surf outfit that punctuates breathy malt-shop proclamations of lust with instrumental pauses, these Nova Scotians depart from the Eastern seaboard in a typhoon of reckless riff work made to quench the agony of youth spent pining over girls in pink hair ribbons.