The Sutras are Upstate New York's forever burgeoning indie rock quartet, complex, moody and here with a new album.
Founded in 1992, when they couldn't find a guitarist for their band Grandma Mapplethorpe, then-teenage classical piano student AJ Strauss was forced to learn the electric guitar, and the Sutras were born. With the help of two English majors (Paul Mauceri and Michael Madon) on drums and an anthropologist (Jarrett Mason, soon to be Derek Tripp, another anthro major) on bass, this union culminated in 1997's Pox Records release "A Prize for Whitey." Known then for their high energy and clamorous Sonic Youth like shows, the guys played Northeast gigs for a while, got depressed, said their good-byes and chalked it up to a good time. This is young Gen-X youngsters looking for direction past Pavement and My Bloody Valentine.
After six years of bitter break-ups, divorces, and cutting edge medications, Gen-X indie rockers the Sutras emerged from basement hideaways and bi-polar obscurity in rainy Ithaca, New York, with a new line-up delicious CDs. But the days of worshiping Sebadoh and MBV's are apparent, yet the healthy melodies and the spirit of indie pop and rock experimentalism is still somehow very much alive and utterly contemporary of its time. Move over Malkmus, this guy really does you well. Check out Huffer and Inertia. This author looks back and says "slacker rock" yet my guess is they still got a couple girlfriends out of the deal. Back when even crappy recordings were expensive and the record company could only afford 2 hours for mixing, I'm gonna say it's a minor freshman triumph for what comes later.