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Brooklyn trio carve out their own path with anxious garage punk.

B Boys don’t believe in straight lines. Theirs is a world of crisscrossing guitar and zigzagging rhythm that hurtles incessantly onwards into a gurgling whirlpool of nerves. It’s anxiety imbued with sunshine (“Reminder”), paranoia parading as introspection (“Energy”) and a neat reduction of life in Trump’s America, where the personal and political intersect at whim. “This body encases all my fears,” the Brooklyn trio warn us on their ‘anthem’, a prologue of sorts to a record of urgent quasi-solipsistic garage punk. While they are indebted to Parquet Courts, on Dada B Boys manage to carve out their own oblique path. - Rolling Stone