This is one lady. This is from New Zealand. This is the soundtrack of me drifting aimlessly. This reminds me of why mystery. This is all those rainy afternoons. This is beauty. It’s beyond me why it ain’t being hailed alongside lesser names. Don’t make sense. Beautiful voice, drenched in ennui and beauty and… this […]
By Mel Echo Surf City have been around for 10 years, moving from NZ nun-pop to stoner rock in that time, with a few good Pitchfork reviews along the way. Their fourth release (the second on Fire) sees a meatier Surf City emerge. I’ll plead ignorance and profess that I don’t know what Jekyll Island (in […]
They got something. A sense of distance, dissonance, dislocation, despair… I don’t know. But they got something.
Everything Cutss is, by necessity, distorted and repetitive, sensual and a little blurry. I’m not sure this equates with great sex but I like to think it might.
It’s just nice to know there are still bands out there who give a shit enough not to give a shit.
These are New Zealand folk who you feel probably aren’t too familiar with conventional approaches to the razor-blade or obtaining prescriptions for over-the-counter pharmaceuticals