“I’ve always been a fan of pop music” says 24-year-old Kamtin Mohager in an interview in his home, a "Rushmore" poster hanging on the wall behind him. It may be a truly transitive language though as he notes, “blend[ing] everything successfully to throw a twist on the sound is up to the artist," some of whom he thinks should just go away to make the world a better place. It seems a near nail-biting search for some to find that point of full media amalgamation, but the self-taught Mohager thinks, after three long years, he’s finally found his. The tunes on his self-released, proper debut "White Guts," from his Chain Gang of 1974 project, fall somewhere between a smattering of basement Jesus and Mary Chain bass-chunks, a slow-growing disco-house quirk, and a general lo-fi-y-ness sounding like an early art-school David Bryne, stoned while watching a John Hughes marathon. This adolescent sheen is especially prevalent on (first single) “STOP” where Mohager sings “these kids are violent creatures, victims of television love, stop fucking with my mind…loveless mothers, worthless fathers, hopeless daughters and sons that have no eyes.” At his young age it seems Mohager has a solid footing on his influences and while he’s just finished his debut album "White Guts," sonically it’s quite easy to pick out the greats: XTRMNTR-era Primal Scream, Britrock’s middle years, James Murphy, Talk Talk, Beck and David Bryne, whom he holds in quite high regard. Although Mohager can list specific years his favorite albums came out and what he was doing when he first heard each, his upbringing was far from the token Mom-was-always-playing-me-Fleetwood-Mac mention. The second youngest brother of 4, Kamtin was raised on whatever traditional Persian music was being played around his house. While watching CNN with his father one afternoon, a then nine-year-old Mohager was introduced to “the greatest rock band ever.” The video for Oasis’ massive “Wonderwall” was on and Mohager and his brothers were quickly “obsessed.” After moving from Hawaii and settling in Colorado, he and two of his brothers formed a band modeled after those brazen Mancunian chart-toppers. After label offers were dangled, showcases were played and promise grew for the handsome foursome, nothing materialized and the band broke up. Having dropped out of college, hoarding instruments, and doing everything else one is "supposed to do" after setting their sights on a career in music, Mohager adopted a “well I am not going to give up now” attitude and quickly started a solo project in his Denver bedroom. The fruit of those "sessions" was later chronicled on two self-issued releases. Buzz in his native Denver grew for his solo stage show—then just a bass guitar, cowbell, and iPod—and Mohager’s small bedroom project started selling out venues. “I never want to be that band that does the same stuff over and over.” The music on "White Guts" has been through four record-deal passes, multiple remasters, song cuts, and three years of “it’s coming” promises (to himself and others), until finally, enough was enough when late last year Mohager, made a call to friend Isom Innis (of Boston’s Southern Belle fame) and told him he wanted to hit the studio again. Recording in various makeshift spots during Innis’ winter break from college, the two ended up with more-than-favorable results and a proper, self-pleasing debut (featuring tracks recorded both by Innis and longtime TCGO1974 cohort Christophe Eagleton) was finally born. The 24-year-old was ecstatic when he talks about his new tracks. “I’ve been blessed in a weird way, [but] after three years of this, I just got sick of waiting on other people,” Mohager states while fiddling with his chin-length, jet-black hair, finally pushing it behind one ear. “Now I’ve finally found what I want to play. I went into the studio and [pretty much] relearned how to sing.”