Relaying the chaos of a dirty city, the Ponys filter fuzz ridden guitars with an unmatched tenacity. Rising like smog from a smokestack, the songs congest the atmosphere and listening ears alike.
Coming from Chicago, the parallels between fast-paced urban wasteland and the velocity of the Ponys' sound is apparent. Rock and roll recognizes no boundaries amongst the highways and high-rises.
With drums syncopating like an L train, the organ cruises like a seventies Buick Skylark; guitars reverberate like slow motion gun shots, and the booming bass slams to the pavement.