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.
Here’s an official video. It’s better than Veronica Falls, I guess.
The nastiness, the blackness and bleakness, is a lot of the attraction.
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.
This song is so great I cannot (and do not want to) find it in my heart to resist it
Call me shallow but I’m starting to tire of nufuzzwurld.
I’ve been meaning to link to this for a while.
I still write for a few other places. One of these is the excellent NYC femme-focused magazine, Bust, for which I write a regular column, Everett True and his First Ladies Of Rock, a short consumer guide look at some of the fine, unheralded, female-led bands around. I’ve been on at my contact at Bust […]
Now, if you don’t know why I’m featuring this short-lived Glasgow-based group here, you haven’t been paying attention. So go back and read the entries on the following: Neverever Veronica Falls …while, of course, enjoying their deliriously ravaged femme pop. And then realise that The Royal We spawned both bands. Here, I’ll reprint my review […]
I discover music the way I’ve always discovered music. It’s through a network of friends whose taste I know well enough to taste, and respected allies. The way these social networks form and materialise might change over the years, but the basic premise stays the same: someone suggests music that I might enjoy based on […]