Tennis pro is three-piece boy rock in peach sweaters and white pants. Clean-burning rocket fuel. Drinking sin fizzies through a red licorice straw. Vocals + drums + bass + guitar = pop songs for all time. Tennis Pro is all smiles while taking a swing at the rich kid.
Tennis Pro, God bless ‘em, is trying to bring a little ray of sunshine into what has been a very dark and introverted indie scene ever since the credibility of Seattle Grunge wavered and the scene collapsed. The bridge to the next rock and roll incarnation. Doing the kinds of things Weezer and Fountains of Wayne, but with a fresh energy Bands like Death Cab for Cutie.
Love, happiness, high school, dating, small-town boredom, made-for-television movies, crime in the name of love, mayhem, the trappings of fame, space travel, incandescence, effervescence, perjury, acts of God, espionage, food, hygiene, time, causation, nature, and swimming.
Rude pranks, bad girls, 7-11, traffic tickets, unlimited access to pop tarts, broken curfews, balloons, dish soap, camping, fast cars, school dances, macaroons, cruising, mix tapes, airborne furniture, fictional monsters and the movies they appear in, semi-permanent crushes, fast food, food fighting, road rage instigated by discarded food, angry toddlers, and Winnipeg, Canada.
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