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   At first listen Getaway Car’s All Your Little Pieces is radio-ready rock that sticks in the middle of your brain for days. Dig a little deeper and you’ll find the ire of Elvis Costello and the sugar-sweet retro melody of Cheap Trick, Squeeze, and the Fab Four worn proudly on their collective sleeve.

   The future hit 'thanks-for-screwing-up my-holiday' anthem, All Time Low, began turning heads at radio and record labels in 2004 and anchored itself as the springboard for this classic and complete rock record. Other standouts include the Pretenders-esque Kingdom Crumbled the tender-yet-twisted Long Night, the fist-pumping 'sing-a-long' Insomnia and the tortured waltz How Will I Sleep.

   Co-produced and mixed by Jeff Juliano (John Mayer, Jason Mraz, Lifehouse) All Your Little Pieces is a dynamic album fueled by heartbreak, possession, obsession, and an overall lack of sleep…it's the perfect post-breakup companion.

   Also recorded in 2004, Getaway Car’s one hundred eighty degree NYC EP conjures up images of the Strokes, Jet, and Death Cab for Cutie. This lo-fi stripped down version of Getaway Car was produced by mad scientist Jamie Lamm- written and recorded over just two days in his New York City recording facility.

   Superstar (from the NYC EP) was used nationally in a Pontiac Vibe commercial in early 2004 and Daylight (also from the EP) won the band the opening slot at WHFS’ prestigious HFStival at RFK Stadium in Washington, DC.

   The band also loves its side work. Members of Getaway Car have been hired as touring musicians with such major label acts as Pat McGee Band, Lucy Woodward, the New York Dolls, and Tonic. But the real goal for Getaway Car's All Your Little Pieces and the NYC EP is to belong in any true pop-rock fan’s iPod. Singer Todd Wright, bassist Chris Reardon, and guitarist Matt Miceli have crafted an EP and an LP that seem destined to carve (at the very least) their own ‘little piece’ in rock history.

   Todd Wright-vocals, guitar
   Chris Reardon- bass, vocals
   Matt Miceli- guitar, vocals

   Getaway Car has arrived and it’s ready to burn rubber all over a cookie-cutter rock landscape. The four members, drawn together by a mutual love of pop music with a brain and "Snatch"(the movie), cite artists like Elvis Costello, the Pretenders, Cheap Trick, and of course the Beatles as primary inspirations. These cats know from melody and they lay it on thick with no apologies.

   The lead singer of this crew is Todd Wright (a.k.a. Odd Todd, Toddzilla, Todd the Wet Sprocket, and sometimes, simply Ed). This guy sings about his life, which happens to be chock-full of romantic misfortune: ideal fodder for songs that scrape the soul and occasionally elicit a guilty chuckle. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll buy the record, enough said.

   The lead guitar player is Matt Miceli (a.k.a. Little Matty, Matty Matty Rude and Bratty, Matt "the Terror" Miceli, and most baffling of all - La Bouche). He graduated Summa Cum Loud from the academy of Hendrix, Brian May, and the Edge with each one playing an equal part in the amalgamate of rock that he brings. No living person has ever said that Matt Miceli sucks. In fact, four out of five dentists agree that his guitaring could and did cause dental damage - which, for a rock guitarist, is the highest praise.

   On the bass is Chris Reardon (known as Crix - pronounced krê). No one seems to know why he is called this and frankly, no one has ever bothered to ask. No other nickname is known for Crix except "Ass-Hat" which, for purposes of national security, cannot be divulged at this time. He executes this rock with apparent conviction and seems to believe in every note, except for the ones that he clams because of excessive leaping about the stage like a red-assed baboon. Crix also has a serious set of pipes on ‘im and when he and Todd kick the harmony vox, it’s tighter than security at a Michael Jackson slumber party.

   So climb in to the Getaway Car. It’s good, it might even be great. But know two things: they drive fast and chicks dig it - that’s gotta count for something, I think.