"Pangea, the super continent, might just have something in common with the super garage rockers of the same moniker hailing out of Los Angeles—and I'm talking about the word super here. These dudes back big names, they tour with the best of the garage punk world and for the simple reason that they belong there—but we want, nay need, more Pangea.Killer Dreams, their split released EP from Lauren and Ghostbot Records, follows the stellarLiving Dummy and proves that they are living up to that super-ism that invisibly trails their name." - Get Bent

The LA garage-punk quartet Pangea creates the sort of sloppy and squalling rock tunes that fans of Wavves or Ty Segall would appreciate. How do they stand out among their contemporaries? The froggy-throated lead singer and his crass lyrics are incongruously mashed on top of nimble surf-rock guitar lyrics and harmonizing, doo-wopping backup vocals, resulting in something strangely and delightfully charming, kind of like the way you might find a snotty neighborhood troublemaker to be a little cute. There's a great video on Vimeo of Pangea at the Silverlake comic book store Secret Headquarters playing "Night of the Living Dummy" on their duct-taped, PBR-stickered guitars; the song is from last fall's Living Dummy, which was released on tape and vinyl on California cassette kings Burger Records and includes such masculinely-awkward tracks as "Make Me Feel Weird" and "Too Drunk To Come." - Seattle Weekly

"Living Dummy is something more punk records should be: funny. Songs like "Too Drunk To Cum" are hilariously out of control, clutching at the outer rims of sanity. (The group even deadpans an eerie laugh on the track.) But the real star here is the music--you get the feeling that the band -- especially the drummer -- is beating the shit out of their instruments. It's loud and crude, and that's a good thing." - LA WEEKLY

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