Emerging: My Gold Mask

(photo by Alan Whitney) This is some eerie type shit right here. Straight out of the windy city, Chicago, two-piece My Gold Mask find themselves filling their self-titled, nine-song debut by banging on drums, ripping alternative guitars and the growling/soaring/whirlwind vocals of Gretta Rochelle. Channeling riot grrrl acts and the women who those acts modeled themselves after (you can almost literally feel Siouxsie Sioux howling along with Rochelle), the sometimes slicing, sometimes playful...

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