Let me know if you've heard this one before: Three hipsters walk into a bar in Williamsburg, bond over a fondness for post-punk and Prince (the obligatory post-punk deviation from post punk), form a loft party-ready band, throw in a touch of safe politics from time to time, open for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and, faster than you can say "asymmetrical haircut," get the indie-rock world twitterpated.
The joke, of course, is on us, because we've all heard this one many, many, many times, and the punch line is that we're not sick of it yet. The Rogers Sisters could be the East Coast's answer to Erase Errata; they could be star students in the B-52's Academy of Yelping for Quirky Youngsters. It doesn't really matter. You will listen to the fingernails-on-a-chalkboard sax squawks, marching-band drum drops and rolls, and pushy, enunciated bass of "Fantasies Are Nice" (complete with enticingly brittle shouts about capitalist excess) and you will like it. The Rogers Sisters know the joke, and they tell it pretty well. -- Rachel Devitt
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