The Ponys are from Chicago, but they sound nothing like what you may imagine the Chicago sound to be. This ain't no Tortoise or Shellac. If Richard Hell were to have sex with a dirtier, tougher Stellastarr*, The Ponys would be their bastard love child. I'm not sure how Richard Hell could have sex with the whole band to form one child but, whatever. Borrowing heavily from Hell's yelping vocals and Stellastarr*'s riffs, The Ponys are making some of the country's finest danceable grime rock. Throw in a dash of psychedelia and you have one of the cooler up-and-coming bands. You'll be hearing a lot from these guys.