Judging Britney the same way you’d judge Dylan or Elliott Smith is like taking a baseball bat to a cricket game.
Dot still has the cadence that made The Shaggs The Shaggs
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
You send shivers down my spine/And it happens every time
Fly Ashtray are a curious bunch of outsiders. They’re always late to the party, and never quite the same.
Would I take drugs with Sky Ferreira? Of course I fucking would.
I like the fact Black Sabbath and Unwound haven’t been a male institution for years.
Just a bunch of ladies doing what the ladies do best. ROCKIN’!
Beautifully underplayed. A strange kind of quietened beauty from French trio Alba Lua.
Think somewhere between Pram and early Broadcast, that cerebral and slightly krautrocky, wide-eyed and naîve psychedelia, free of drug-addled influence and wah-pedals – but also not at all.