You don’t need an Ouija board to tell that the Witches play some of the finest jangle-pop around. Their shimmering wall of guitars echoes the classic pop of rock and roll radio’s yesterdays, while their lyrics display a sensitivity to the spirit worlds of black and white B-movies. Many of Detroit’s finest underground rock musicians moonlight in the ranks of the Witches.
This article appears in May 5-11, 1999.