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There is nothing more annoying in music today than hearing an up-and-coming band described only in terms of what city they're from. "This is New York PUNK at its finest!" or "The DEFINITIVE freak-folk band of Austin". Perhaps there are sounds you can imagine hearing from these cities, but truly such descriptions mean nothing if you do not reside in such metropolitan hotspots. True, spirited music, especially rock 'n roll, has no boundaries.

And this is where Abner Trio comes in. This is no typical Pavement or Sonic Youth rip-off; no key-changing math-punk or over-wrought crooning post-rock, though one could arguably hear all these elements and far, far more interwoven within their style. They are not simply of-their-city. But enough hyphens. The genuine wit of Daniel Paquette, the sharp and experimental guitar playing of Clinton Hughey, and perhaps the only jazz-metal drummer to have ever lived, Karl Hofstetter, muse together for this project to put forth only...themselves! Yet this is still highly achieved stuff. This is a band with a BIG sound, simply put. This is guitardrumandbass music that far out reaches the limits of such a banal term.

When you hear them, there are no comparisons; there is no question that you are in fact listening to a group for any age, to remember and to just plain rock out: The Abner Trio.

A split CD from two opposing rock forces. In their sophomore effort, Abner Trio has developed a more epic sound, recalling a late 70's early 80's folk-punk sub-genre that never actually existed. Man at Arms retaliates by orchestrating clever, half-crazed, noisy punk/math-rock critiques of late stage consumer capitalism.

Grind-folk/sleep-soaked/mystic-schizophrenic-post-monastic-trance-rock album of the year. Like a hybrid wedding of down-home bluesy strumming, and hyper-conceptual French postmodernism.