Real masochistic shit.
Anything that makes me swoon for the days when I would listen to the Shangri-La’s ’65 album for hours on end.
They’re kids. Not Disney kids or showbiz kids or even kids with a dream. They’re kids with nightmares. They’re nightmare kids who know life’s a nightmare.
Will be terrible when they start to play, so catch them now.
You have to understand, these are my people. And it’s just nice folk are still talking about them.
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”
Notes written on my iWhatever about the forthcoming Pastels and Tenniscoats collaboration Two Sunsets on the plane flying into Perth at sunset for the Revelation Film Festival. Now if I was writing this up for a Guardian or Plan B article then obviously I would structure and make sense of my initial impressions, but I’m […]