Sore
The Toronto four-piece Dilly Dally's debut oozes with female desire. In almost every song, Katie Monk unleashes a dive-bombing scream that drops like a flare down a well, her band reinforcing the squalor of her voice with a heavy swagger redolent of some of the best ever alt-rock.
Like an illicit riffle through a big sister's teenage diary, lead singer Katie Monks puts womanhood at the forefront of her rock and roll.
With ‘Sore’ Dilly Dally prove themselves as a hungry, relentless band ready to make a lasting mark.
If Dilly Dally had any sense at all, they'd take a crash course in physics, devote all their energies to making time travel a reality, and then zip back to 1992, when every major label in America would be promising them the world to sign them to a record deal.
Dilly Dally's debut album is a hulking mass of sound that comes crashing down on listeners, a la the Pixies' loud-quiet-loud aesthetic. Stan...
Dilly Dally’s explicit, brutalist sound doesn’t stray far from the indie-punk template, but its moody determination make it a winner