Cymbals Eat Guitars

The sweat's the first thing everyone notices. It's hard not to, as salty trails drip from the pores of Joseph D'Agostino, the yelping, riff-raking frontman of Cymbals Eat Guitars. Here's why he can't seem to stay dry: Pitchfork's "Best New Music" tag—plastered across a rave review of Cymbals' self-released debut, Why There Are Mountains, six months before its official release—was just the beginning of the band's rise to notoriety. A calling card to toss around from time to time, sure, but not something they were about to rest their entire record on. Hype-raking live reviews aside, there’s this important detail to consider: Why There Are Mountains is an actual album in an era of diminishing downloads an attention spans, a ‘grower’ that dishes out simple pleasures with every spin.

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