The latest denizens of Boston's powerbook-pop underground to join the mysterious Compound 440r collective, the Westward Trail are not without precedent in these parts. Their pre-owned synthpop tones play nicely with We Are Cassette, and in a budget crunch they could probably go halfsies on a guitar player with Mobius Band or Certainly, Sir. What makes their brand new "Steady Hands" so face-meltingly dope is the way they rock that shit arena-style: if you want to hear what Europe's "The Final Countdown" would sound like as a twitchy blank-wave anthem, click here.
You can catch the band this Friday, April 7, as part of thephoenix.com/New England Product series at Bill’s Bar, 5.5 Lansdowne St in Boston with Porsches on the Autobahn and the Texas Governor.
DOWNLOAD: The Westward Trail, "Steady Hands" (mp3)