Fainting Goats

The origin of Fainting Goats can be traced back to one fateful evening in a Juneau, AK karaoke bar circa 2003. It is here that future band members, executing near-perfect El Debarge classics were suddenly vaporized and teleported to a small garage in laid back Santa Cruz CA's east side. A gestation period began, orchestrated by towering Sophia-Loren-like beings on floating stone surfboards. A series of dreams revolving around turbo charged pinto wagons, boy meets girl, and city sized sombreros in the sky was the catalyst



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PRESS



"An indie-rock quartet with miles of pop sensibility, and the kind of playful allure you'd find at a 24 hour donut shop" — Metro Santa Cruz - 9-07



"Gleaming Alt-Pop gems" — Good Times Weekly - 8-06
"Supremely catchy" — Santa Cruz Sentinel - 12-06



"Four guys, three part harmonies, two guitars and one helluva lot of quirkiness and catchiness. Santa Cruz's own Fainting Goats have a knack for writing off-beat indie pop songs that kick around your cranium for days". — Santa Cruz Sentinel - 7-07
"One of the hidden gems of the county's music scene" — Good Times Weekly - 8-07
"The name might not connote it, but this is a winning pop-rock band with great hooks, sunny harmonies and crunchy guitar riffs. Their latest album "Native Sounds of the Golden West" is catchy as all get-out and will have you scratching your head for days going, "Why can't I get this tune out of my noggin?" - Monterey Herald - 7-08
"Fainting Goats aren't your ordinary alt-rock band. With a sense of songcraft that would make any power-pop maven of the last 20 years jealous, Fainting Goats play alarmingly effective and affecting everyman pop-rock, the sort of thing that is embraced by the choir who still love what Brian Wilson once aptly dubbed "teenage symphonies to God". — Metro Santa Cruz 8-07



For the lover of addictive hooks, perfect choruses and tight harmonies, modern times have become a desperate Mad Max scenario, with melody-parched pop fiends roaming the musical wastelands in search of that scarcest of commodities: the catchy tune. So who'd have guessed that right here in Santa Cruz, a well-kept secret of a band was bogarting a handful of gleaming alt-pop gems and flexing a likeable sense of wit to boot? The two most infectious songs on Fainting Goats Native Sounds of the Golden West CD come courtesy of drummer/vocalist David Roda, whose Lemonade and How Do You Groove It? will stick in your head until surgically removed. With a voice that lazily wafts irony into the atmosphere, Roda sometimes sounds so much like Camper Van Beethoven/Cracker frontman David Lowery that most listeners probably wouldn't bat an eye if you told them it was the same guy under a different name. The CVB similarities don't stop there, though; like the members of that band, Fainting Goats have their tongues so firmly planted in their cheeks that they might as well have them sewn in. The styles of the Goats' three songwriters are as compatible as cigarettes, sleeveless shirts and tabloid TV, though it would've been nice to hear more from guitarist/vocalist Don Roland; his two contributions, Burt's Boy and Cry On Cue, are sterling-solid, with the latter weighing in as one of the album's standout tracks. On the whole, an impressive, miles-above-average first effort. Damon Orion - Good Times Weekly 8-06