Someone linked me to this on Facebook, thus proving that 1) I’m ridiculously easy to please and 2) My taste is way predictable.
I mean, this stuff is marvellous – like the exact middle-ground between Bikini Kill and my fearsomely competent noise sweethearts Afrirampo, only not quite so. I don’t understand what’s going on here whatsoever, but – as Thurston Moore oddly emailed me the other day to state – “I don’t want music, I want pain”. You’d shove this on a mix CD of cute pop to really piss off your lover.
Fuck, I’d go see them play live if they were nearby!