There's something captivating about bands with two or more lead vocalists. For me, it's the fusion, the barely held together diametric divide between intensity and grace. Voices that stand apart but collide in a rrriot of sound. They trade lines with real force, shift from melody to chaos, then sync so perfectly back. It's raw, dynamic, power in multiplicity.
Folks, It's Skating Polly.
The Oklahoma City sister duo was my first Oklahoma band to shoot, which was a long-overdue bridge.
I lived in Dallas for years, oh how many times could I have crossed the Red River to witness their earliest shows?
At Cobra Lounge, they embodied night and day, but both burned bright. Kelli Mayo is raw, untamed, her voice ripping through the air with a primal force. Peyton Bighorse is steady and graceful, her voice weaving through the distortion with an understated strength. Their indie grit morphs into full riot grrrl fury, the kind that doesn't just echo the past but reframes the present.