Sweet Thing

Meet Sweet Thing, a five-piece Toronto band that play infectious pop tunes. Sometimes they get pretty rocking, in that dramatic way that feels best when you clench your fist and raise it to the sky. Charged with dueling guitars, Fleetwood Mac-y harmonies, and energy up the wazoo, Sweet Thing are the musical equivalent of drinking a milkshake at a 50s diner where the waiter keeps jumping on the table (and you like it). Let's call it 'music to dance like a dork to'.
Question: do you like your hands? If yes, then you better get your mammy to knit you some mitts you baby, because lead singer Owen Carrier will make you clap, hard. In fact, you'll do pretty much whatever he wants you to do when you get a load of that showmanship.
Owen formed the band three years ago with high school buddy Alex Winter. Alex was born with no skin on his face but fortunately, he has a nice beard. He also plays guitar, and likes Michael Jackson.
Alex is the sexy mysterious one, for some reason. Maybe it's because of his unique surf-meets-punk guitar playing. Or the skinless face. That's for you to figure out.
Then there's the yin to Alex's skinless yang, Nick Rose. You've probably seen him in that commercial for that thing. Yeah, that's him. He's really into alt-country and Paul Simon. He plays guitar like an angel, and sings like an angel. He might be an angel. Weighing in at 153 pounds, he's the fattest member of Sweet Thing.
That leaves us with the babes in the back. Tyler Kyte hits things, while Morgan Waters fingers things. Whoa horsey! We're talking the bass. And when Morgan lays down a groove and starts jumping around like a damn fool, you can't help but do the same. Tyler, on the other hand, plays the drums like he sexes the ladies - hard and fast. His brother has down syndrome, and when Tyler starts bashing away, you can barely tell them apart.
They completely killed it when they recorded their first album in LA with Rob Schnapf (Beck, Elliot Smith, Sweet Thing). It's the self-titled album that's got all the hits you need. Don't be surprised if it forces you to rethink your life. See you in therapy, sucka.