This song by Brisbane band Slug Guts is the new Song of the Day on Collapse Board. Just sayin’.
I wanted blurred angst. I got cold-shouldered warmth.
Fuck the press quotes: I don’t trust a single one of those supine, fawning cunts.
They knew the fuck the importance of editing.
You think pop music is JUST about the music? Fuck, I thought even 2-yr-olds knew that wasn’t the case.
Damn. This music is so fine. One minute 30. Why do you need more?
Like the carton of Coopers Sparkling Ale I’m currently investigating, this post knows no end.
Pikacyu-Makoto are like the plot to a seedy French movie, amplified and given a HUGE beard.
What catchy lyrics!
This mix-tape was compiled for another website, who were going to run a feature on Collapse Board. The feature didn’t run. So here I am now, with the mix-tape nobody wants. The original idea was that to put them all up on SoundCloud, but I can’t be fussed with that, so you can find a […]