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With its built-in wooden stick for convenient one-handed transport, and soft, delicious casing that prevents the traumatic puncture wounds often inflicted by skewered meats or vegetables, the corn dog (its origins as debated as those of man himself) was obviously conceived supernaturally for the purpose of consumption amidst throngs of schoolchildren, circus-goers and, finally, Atlanta indie rockers.

I haven’t Pasteblogged in awhile, honestly, because I haven’t had much to say. Now I sort of do. After two weeks of dismal dreariness briefly punctured by one (uno) snippet of lovely in New York, the sun decided to haul its butt out from behind the clouds and make the day not look so ugly. We spent the whole day with our wonderful sweet booking agent, Wendy, and we saw a bunch of kids fly kites. As the past two weeks have been a plague-bespotted misery for some of us (our van was starting to resemble a sick ward, only dirtier, and vaguely smelling of burrito and socks), it was a welcomed change, IE: we finally took off our jackets for the first time in God knows how long. Seriously. It’s nearly June. It’s like 100 degrees in Mississippi. That’s summer: endless, unavoidable sweating. Why is it so damn cold everywhere else?

Snowden saves its insubstantial ideas from ignominy with heavy dose of style

Snowden’s music sounds like Interpol’s dark momentum getting tripped up on The Arcade Fire’s treacherous terrain—lacquered bolts of guitar judder over o -kilter percussion, and anomic vocals blear through the densely layered mix. While Snowden lacks the songwriting lucidity of the aforementioned touchstones, there are plenty nice moments to recommend Anti-Anti to hype-hungry bloggers. At times, you wonder if there are actual songs beneath all the reverb and delay, but then something awesome happens—the dreamily circular sweep of “Like Bullets,” for instance, or when a silvery guitar thread catches up with the infectious mantra of the title track—and it’s easy to forget to care.

Hometown: Atlanta, Ga.
Members: Jordan Jeffares (guitar, keys, vocals), Chandler Rentz (drums, vocals), Corinne Lee (bass, keys, vocals), David Payne (guitar)
Fun Fact: At Snowden’s last show in Indianapolis, the band played for a bartender and five people. Payment came in the form of shots.
Why They’re Worth Watching: The band members are young, but Snowden fuses brooding melancholic lyrics and lush, expansive soundscapes with precision and maturity.
For Fans Of: Joy Division, Interpol, Starflyer 59

Two years ago, Snowden frontman Jordan Jeffares couldn’t imagine his musical career reaching beyond the confines of his Athens, Ga. apartment. A senior at the University of Georgia, Jeffares spent his last year of college a recluse to society in almost complete isolation. After devoting most of his time to studying and writing the music that would eventually evolve into his band’s set list, Jeffares recruited a gang of musical Atlanta suburbanites, and Snowden, deriving its name from Joseph Heller’s Catch-22, began to materialize beyond the written page.