{"id":12770,"date":"2015-04-03T13:01:44","date_gmt":"2015-04-03T18:01:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bostonsurvivalguide.net\/wordpress\/?p=12770"},"modified":"2015-04-03T13:01:44","modified_gmt":"2015-04-03T18:01:44","slug":"introducing-the-quins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bostonsurvivalguide.net\/wordpress\/2015\/04\/introducing-the-quins\/","title":{"rendered":"Introducing… The Quins"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I don’t often cover classic rock here on musings, so when I do, you know it’s something quite special. From Boston’s South Shore (East Bridgewater, to be precise), The Quins<\/a><\/strong> have such a smooth and seasoned sound in every possible way that it’s difficult to believe that A Tale of Love and Evil<\/a><\/strong> is their debut album. I honestly don’t know what to mention first. Is it the sparkling lead guitar riffs and jaw-dropping soaring-to-bluesy-to-gospel vocals that recall some of rock’s legendary voices? Could it be the perfectly tight rhythm section, expert harmonies, sophisticated composition or stunning sound? It’s probably all of that, really. Hard-rocking tunes come up against bluesy laments, with tasteful muted horns sprinkled in here and there to produce a rather remarkable album. Even the lyrics, which I almost always complain about, have a lot more going on than your typical classic rock song (“And these thoughts running through my head, they make me feel like I’m some kind of foreigner” – The Valley). Again, and I can’t express this strongly enough — judging from my usual tastes, I shouldn’t like this, but I really, really do. That’s probably the highest praise anyone can give. There are nice little touches on occasion (those horns, for one) that push this ever so slightly into the alternative column, but it’s still, at its heart, seriously jamming classic rock.<\/p>\n