The band's debut, Canada Songs, is less an album than an aneurysm in stereo, with 10 cuts clocking in at just over 11 minutes. Snarky song titles ("Pants, Meet Shit," "I Slept With the Daughters and All I Got Was This Lousy Song Written About Me") and vocals somewhere between an infant's wail and nails on a chalkboard are to be expected. But what really distinguishes the Daughters from their peers is a knack for hammering out discernible songs rather than wayward shit-fits. Underscored by diesel-fueled drumming and absurdly fast guitar playing, they turn annoyance into art.
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