The Dammitheads are a rock and roll entity about as alternative as The Clash. While the name seems to allude to a group of people, it actually serves as the creative writing/recording vehicle and schizophrenic alter ego for one otherwise begrudgingly titled singer/songwriter named David Tomaloff.

Eschewing the prototypical singer/songwriter banner of the given name for the statelier aesthetic of the whole, The Dammitheads are a strange contradiction that refuses to be defined by today’s oft too matter-of-course musical precepts, currently performing live in various incarnations including full-on band, drums/guitar/vocal and, yes, even solo.

It’s Rock/Not Rock…the record’s wiry, angular beats and rhythms seem sometimes almost deliberately mechanical; sonically analogous to the way Keith Richards moves on stage, bobbing and weaving rhythmically as if to avoid being held onto.

The sound is not retro but awkwardly modern as if the entire history of Rock and Roll were chopped up, c