Seasick

If you've always wondered what a band could do with their sound if they simply took a little bit of Siouxsie and mixed it with some of what The Doors were all about, then I've got a band for you. They are seasick...seasick, yet still docked. No, I mean to say that the name of the band is Seasick (though I could see a music video for one of their songs conveying the feeling of being seasick, not on a dock though - say shooting the band on an old boat on the open sea at night in a quiet storm with lightning illuminating the scene and... I digress), they're from NYC, and they've got an entrancing intensity that's equal parts spooky and alluring. Just how you like it, no?

Well I like it. I also like the band's self-propagated mythology. Let's take a look at that and then head directly to the MP3s:

Seasick is the brain-child of Persian/Latvian Jasmine Golestaneh. Tired of singing songs to herself in dirty bedrooms, one day Jasmine took a train to the seaside and asked the ocean for guidance. As she stared into the placid dark waters, a voice loomed over her head. That was the voice of Geoffrey Lee, "yeah!", he said with a certain kind of zeal, and a golden keyboard rose from the sea foam. Jasmine was delighted, and the pair frolicked with sounds in her messy bedroom from dusk till dawn, and dusk again. Then one day they heard a nasty rattle from the bathroom sink. It was unremitting! The banging was clanging until they could no longer hear themselves drink. Finally Jasmine stuck her head down the drain pipe, only to find Sam Levin flogging a drum so hard that the whole building broke out in a flood. It was then a trinity formed, and in those treacherous, sewage infested waters, Seasick was born.

Listen:
"Wolves In Caves"
"Devil On Her Palms"

Visit Seasick on MySpace.