Flaunting a debut album called Anti-Anti
and adopting the name of a character in Joseph Heller's Catch-22
whose feeble dying words are "I'm cold," Atlanta's Snowden
oozes nihilism and vanity. Onstage, the black-clad group's presence gets a boost from wilting melodies and a wall of reverb. The group's melancholy pop is driven by a rhythm section that channels Joy Division but tempers the gloomy Brit influence with a humid sound that could only emanate from the haunted American South.