They got something. A sense of distance, dissonance, dislocation, despair… I don’t know. But they got something.
You gonna do this sort of music, then do it right. And Thee Open Sex really, really fucking do it right.
My only complaint about The White Stripes was that the band weren’t composed of two Meg Whites.
Yep, Songs. Their debut album – due out in November – is quite honestly the greatest record I’ve heard all year. Full stop, end of story. It might well be the greatest record I’ve heard this decade but a) it’s still not a competition, and b) my memory does play tricks on me, and c) I’m […]
Occasionally, I wonder if I stopped off in the wrong city. It’d be nice to travel down to Northcote or Collingwood of an evening and be able to catch a sprawling set of often instrumental music from Beaches: music that touches on much of what I enjoy (Krautrock, 60s garage, beach parties, Sonic Youth, 1980 […]