Jangly guitars and cooed female vocals lead the way in this five-song split between a pair of Georgia-based quintets. Venice Is Sinking tries to rise above the tide of like-minded guitar-driven pop outfits with swelling, vaguely Celtic strings and an oddly menacing instrumental, but the best track may belong to What We Do Is Secret. On “Like Crashing Jets All Around Me,” the Atlanta group unfurls a clunky exercise in tension-and-release dynamics whose pairing of breathy lyrics and churning, interwoven guitars is pulled straight from Rodan’s Rusty. – Punk Planet, July/August 2006
