It’s a most welcome cliché, this sound. An always welcome cliché round these parts.
best listened to three minutes at a time. Like a bag of decades-old Smarties, an entire 36 minutes of consumption is guaranteed to sicken.
I loved The Wolfhounds: a band the two words ‘awkward pop’ might have been welded together for.
Trixie’s Big Red Motorbike were so twee they were beyond twee.
Music culture doesn’t have any kind of forward momentum anymore so albums like Mazes are allowed to exist without much complaint.
You have to understand, these are my people. And it’s just nice folk are still talking about them.
When I say ‘greatest’, I am of course talking from an entirely subjective viewpoint.
The echo is sullen. The harmonies are anything but. The guitar sound is very early Creation and pure Shop Assistants
“Each time we play live we always repeat the magic words ‘punk rock, punk rock’ to each other just to reminds ourselves why we’re here”
Initially, I’d dismissed their album Teatime Favourites as flimflam – thin, weedy-sounding, doing for female C86 what countless generations of boys have done for their male counterparts, like Talulah Gosh with all the punk removed – and I still can’t entirely get past quite how much the singer sounds like Amelia, or the drums clatter […]