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Paranoid, desperate and utterly danceable, the music of the Photo Atlas blends the angularity of Fugazi, the gut-punch of At The Drive-In and the relentless rump-shaking of the Rapture into a dangerously sexy dancefloor detonator. Guitarist Bill Threlkeld, bassist Mark Hawkins and guitarist/vocalist Alan Andrews bring their best twitchy hardcore while hyperkinetic drummer Devon Shirley moves the sound out under the disco balls and strobes with his irresistible, machine-like beats. In just over two years as a band, the Photo Atlas has captured the ears, eyes and imagination of area club owners as well as Morning After and Stolen Transmission Records. The past year has seen the group splashed all over college radio, playing packed clubs and receiving rave reviews while touring the US and playing high-profile gigs like 2006s SXSW. Poised now to conquer the mainstream with its powder-keg pogo, do you think the Photo Atlas is about to stop? The name of the album says it all: No, Not Me, Never.


"the result of uprotected sex between The Faint and At The Drive-In, although The Photo Atlas dont sound derivative of either. FOUR STARS, ." - Alternative Press

"The Photo Atlas sports an aggressive indie punk sound... a frenetic Brit rock dance punk amalgam, a blazing cross between Fugazi and Gang of Four." - Amplifier

"No, Not Me, Never is like asking for a large pack of angular riffs with a super-sized side of dance beats." - Pastepunk

"No, Not Me, Never is by far one of the years finest discs... The effect is seismic on the dance floor." - Westword

"Sharp-edged post-punk a la Franz Ferdinand and The Rapture is at its most vulnerable in the Photo Atlas." - ABC News

Danger, there's a fire in the disco! In Denver! "These dance-punks exude At the Drive-In's blistering intensity, Forward, Russia!'s wiry delivery, and Bloc Party's rhythmic pulse ("Cutback" could even serve as a comedown from the last's "Little Thoughts"). While it's never wholly apparent what Alan Andrews is going on about in his wordy vignettes (though most touch on drinking, dancing, chemical dependence, or paranoia), it doesn't matter when each nervously aggressive track, filled with both chiming and fuzzy guitar, reaches a blissful frenzy." - Spin.com