Damn. Ain't I just like a tiny obedient lapdog lapping up all this shit?…
It's basically just some words that go before the embed. #musicjournalism …
The craziest, most brilliantly unafraid two songs I've heard from Australia all year. No, fuck Australia. Anywhere.…
In the 80s, in the UK, we'd have slapped a Warning Notice on this music and called it 'grebo' or 'shambling' or something equally as asinine. In America, it'd have been called AmRep..…
Drop them an email and let ‘em know how we all want to have their first-born, and fuck pregnant penguins to the strain of Mo Tucker’s debut solo album. Or something. Communication, that’s the key.…
Such fertile imagination in a song. Musical discovery of 2012.…
I like this 21st Century groove, the cut-off jeans, the shadow boxing, the way everything is distorted and MEGA and seizure-inducing. the shallowness of the concept and the embracing of the NOW.…
I know. Glass Candy, right? So fucking obvious, right?…
Of course she's a teen girl dream. She's this generation's Sylvia Plath. Every picture of her is exactly the same.…
Slick, laconic and with a bit of that early Dream Warriors vibe.…
It's about the strut, the pose, the swagger, the space between the silences, the insistent siren call of the clipped beats, the distortion in the bass frequencies.…
Nasty, like diarrhea. Know what I'm sayin'?…