I’m tired, I’m confused, I’m dirty and I’m hungry, and five yards away my girlfriend is trying to sleep… Guess I better review these demos, then.
I’m tired, I’m confused, I’m dirty and I’m hungry, and five yards away my girlfriend is trying to sleep… Guess I better review these demos, then.
What can be said about the Doors’ back story that hasn’t already been covered? The truth, for a start.
There could hardly be a more apt sounding death knell for lo-fi indie garage than Nathan Williams’ infantile pop farts. Both the genre and Wavves itself have been due a backlash for some time now.
In another universe, parallel to ours but not too distant, Mathangi ‘Maya’ Arulpragasam is the pivotal character in Pulp’s ‘Common People’.
Everyone seems to hear something different in the kind of piercing racket that only the pairing of a former hardcore guitarist and an ex-girl group singer could produce


A typical story: one of a bazillion identical indie bands fluke it with their debut, sell well, hire the fancy producer and go for the big radio sheen with album two. And you wonder why old bastards moan about bands all sounding the same these days. Boy Kill Boy were never any good in the first place. You could rub their lamp for a year and a genie wouldn’t pop out. Derivative, flatulent and embarrassing. Boy Kill Boy? I’d do a stretch for the cause.
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