Miranda and the Beat – Can't Take it – New LP

Maintaining the charge and totality of soulful effect, and never losing their grip on the music, this NYC band runs through all kindsa tempos, going from rough-hewn ballardy versions of girl group and acid rock n roll and into maximum R&B and all-out farfisa-fueled garage punk, this flattens your face and pushes you back on your ass, and then grabs you by the hips and pulls you back to your feet. – winch


King Khan (Emperor of RnB): “If you need a soundtrack to an evening of Germs burns and mind altering mayhem followed by warm heart felt embraces and skid marks this is the band for you. The soundtrack to the real apocalypse has arrived and is waiting for you at your favorite record store. Real Rock n’ Roll is alive and well, the torches have been passed and the Molotov cocktails are being lit and thrown. Miranda and the Beat are the wild fire you have been waiting for to light under the collective asses to destroy patriarchies, topple kingdoms, smash colonies with a bold middle stink finger in place. Be forewarned…. And come find out what “Earthquake Water” is, it may one day save your life.”

Miranda and the Beat are back with a brand new slab of audio splendor. “Can’t Take It” was recorded in King Khan’s Moon Studios Rock n Roll Vortex in a remote village on the German countryside. Written and recorded in just five days, the album blends all the best flavors from pure punk anthems played at a chair smashing intensity, to grinding R n B, to hypnotic edgy sci-fi alchemy and even some heart smashing balladry to boot. Miranda Zipse (Lead Vocals and Guitar), Dylan Fernandez (Farfisa and guitar), and Alvin Jackson (bass) have created a rock and roll storm so prepare your ears for a hurricane of blasphemy and tears. After extensively touring since their debut ‘Self-Titled’ LP release in May 2023, the band is back full force with their classic gut wrenching guitar, tear jerking vocals, and taste for blood. The band finally ‘Couldn't Take It’ and left the hustle bustle of New York City’s anxiety-ridden trust fund swamp and found a new home in the real Swampland (aka New Orleans).