BY JAMIE ROBASH
The fact that their band name is derived from Kurt Vonnegut’s quirky, dystopian novel Cat’s Cradle (and also a rather jaunty pun in and of itself) sets the precedent for what one should expect from the rather predictable bourgeoning milieu of a generation coming of age in the indie-tech musical age. But this drummer-less duo of Cleo Tucker and Harmony Tividad are not Bandcamp wayfarers nor are they viral internet sensations, but rather two twentysomethings who bet the listener would succumb to their cunning and cutesiness whilst they craft serious songs from a perspective not often taken all that seriously: that of a young woman.
