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From Columbus Alive:

December 18, 2003

Frostiva's bassist was dressed in torn rags with fuzzy boots and matching headgear-making her look like Jane had Tarzan been lost in the Arctic and adopted by Eskimos. Her bandmates did not display the same flamboyance but were individualistic all the same. They employed shifting danceable rhythms that were modern with a capital "Mod"; two vocalists who offset screams with sonority; very loud guitars; and, unlike the other bands on the bill, keys for spice instead of sustenance. The My Bloody Valentine-meets-PIL vibe was refreshing, as was the charismatic delivery of well-written songs.

From Pulp (Pittsburgh):

November 27, 2003 > Arts > Live This Week

Saturday, November 29

Being an all-girl band comes with a certain stigma attached -- automatically, whether they mean to or not, an all-girl band has something to prove. After the riot grrl movement, being a chick in a band, or being a whole band of just chicks, for that matter, shouldn't be a big deal anymore. So what if they're girls and they can play music? That doesn't mean they should be placed in a separate category, apart from any group of dudes who rock just the same. Frostiva is a loud, synth punk group from Columbus, Ohio that just happens to be composed of all girls. They don't have any outward feminist agendas; they're just a heavy, catchy group of rockers. Keyboardist/guitarist Trinae, bassist Faith and guitarist Leslie -- they go by first names only -- all trade off on vocals, with drummer Sharon crashing away at the rhythm. The three all add a different air to the songs with their voices. Coupled with multiple hooks in each number, it means there's a lot going on in their music, like in the song "Pathos," where a taunting whisper fades into the Corin Tucker-like trembling of another voice, while the third softly mutters along to the lyrics in the background. Then, after a complicated chorus of all three voices comes a creepy squeal, repeating "Bloody Mary" over and over before swooning into a siren's piercing wail. It's the kind of stuff that leaves an impression in your head, a powerful spell cast directly onto you.


From (Italy):

"20 days later and life is running through hysteria and low-price merchandise. First summer smile. A cold glance in some good-looking girl's eyes but she has been turning away. Getting drunk just before daybreak when soldiers become dreamers and a over-thoughtful night when your lover was still your lover and not a bad and cold body to hug. This is the power of warming up when everything is broken. Just like this record from un-signed and un-labelled band from Columbus, OH.: I'm talking about Frostiva. Ladytron defined them as a synth-punky girl group and they got the target! And now I'm listening to their "Pathos" which is not only track number 5 but the strength running all over the 11 tracks. What is it Pathos? It's when you get stuck to synth blade strikes and un-cooling down guitars. 43 minutes over exciting such as a night out in the enemy field might be: shaking your shoulders in the heart of darkness. The record smells like they didn't forget about US mid-90s grrl punk (from Bikini kills to Babes in Toyland), but this is just about the mood. The sound is more grotesque and Le Tiger-esque over-filled with no-waving erotic tension. "Zero Hour" is the vanishing point of an un-revealed beginning, the cosmic blue of a new Venus. From there "Eros" and "Pathos" got their rising track. The emotional soundtrack of a interrupted love. A broken piece of drama robotism. Maybe the plot of the novel is not that new but the tale will be fulfilling your wishes."

From Magazino Music:

The mood was right on Wednesday night at ROBOTO. A just-waning moon had shone the light on some serious lunacy, and seeking clarity, I walked smack right into a fret-smart bass line with a melody. In a show opening with Pittsburgh indie mainstays lorelei and grunge from Greensburg's Copyrights, Benchwarmer takes the field in a blistering heat of good, driving, axe-slapping rock. Stopping the set mid-song, giving lead guitarist Ash time to bring in the second string after snapping 4 of 7 on the Fender, is an exhibit of good manners. The manic pounding and pumping of the set-closer is anything but. These guys love making noise. See them Thurs. night March 20 at 31st St. with Human Liberation Front.

Four gals from Ohio Frostiva creeped out and generally wow’d the crowd with an intense rolling wave of synth and spit. Hey Dylan, here’s that band with a girl on keys, Trinae. The soundtrack from Dark Shadows drones over and under persistent disonant, unresolved harmonies. Guitarist Leslie screeches like a dead cat then hisses along to a copper kettle pop-bang out of drummer Sharon’s set. Skinny Faith climbs all over the bass. Admitting the uncanny resemblance of one band member to a particularly nasty ex-girlfriend, maybe its just that Trinae, a triple threat switching solos on vocals, keys and guitar, looks positively pained, laboring over the effects board like a geek hoarding a math test, breathing in a plastic bag, grimacing into the guitar—and doing a fucking great job of it—which gives me the chills. (March Issue #3)

From Columbus Alive: Soundcheck: Frostiva

Little Brother’s, Thursday, August 15

Frostiva is a three-headed dragon. Guitarist Leslie (first names only, please), bassist Faith and guitarist/keyboardist Trinae all take turns at lead vocals with their own distinctive styles of delivery, from Leslie’s confident lilting to Faith’s spooky ghost calls to Trinae’s trembling lamb voice. And this dragon has fire, burning from drummer Sharon’s combustible beats and the three sets of smoldering strings. Frostiva offers dark, catchy, synth-infused rock that simultaneously claws and caresses. It’s hard to define and easy to love, flying into your skull on velvet batwings.

If one great band isn’t enough to get you to the show, Frostiva’s sharing the bill with punk-powered pop trio Manda and The Marbles, deconstructionist rockers Kopaz, all-girl indie poppers The Checkout and solo acoustic Courtney Jacob. And if that’s still not enough incentive, it’s a benefit for a rape crisis group. (8/15/02)

From Columbus Alive, "How to Avoid Lame Cover Bands and Bad Jukeboxes":

The best way to survive an encounter with a lame cover band or a bad jukebox is to avoid becoming entangled with one in the first place. There’s usually at least a couple of kick-ass live shows to choose from every weekend. Columbus boasts a vital and varied, if often under-appreciated, music scene.

Check out ready-for-radio rockers Pretty Mighty Mighty, Go Robot Go!, Miranda Sound and The Stepford Five, the sparkly sad emotion-drenched dream rock of The Emerald Down, the aural insanity of Go Evol Shiki! or Rancid Yak Butter Tea Party (who, incredibly, sound just like their name suggests), the so-catchy-its-addictive new wave pop of Manda and The Marbles, the three-generations family of country rockers The Hellbound Truckers, the everything-but-the-kitchen-sink evangelical cover band Broken Circle Gospel Deluxe, the great grrl rock of Frostiva and Di Di Mao, the Flotation Walls’ happy jackass antic rock, and fun party bands like the brasstastic Jive Turkeys and bass-slapping Johnson Brothers.(9/13/01>


"Everyone in attendance at Ruby's last Thursday got a taste [of] some nostalgic rock theatrics, tasty guitar licks, and even a call for gender equality in today's rock world. Frostiva, a female quartet, strung together a few angst-ridden punk songs to kick off the night. At times it was hard to hear the girls' vocals, but the strained look on their faces indicated it was not inane, hollow banter of the "you are my fire--my one desire" school of songwriting. The music was not necessarily my cup of tea style-wise, but I kept an open mind--after all such close-minded thinking is what keeps some girls from making out with each other. By the end of their set, their unpolished, yet honest vibe had won me over. I realized that some things are just hard to analyze--they are just innately cool. Similar to your friend whose parents had the Jacuzzi, or the kid in the eighth grade who had a mustache--an all-girl band is just cool. If you get a chance, visit and browse a few of the girls' MP3s." (5/14/02)