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


Nothing’s more of a turn off than being made to feel like you’re suckling at the prosthetic teat of the PR machine. Belched from the underbelly of this proverbial monster, Florence and her machinations manage jangling instantaneousness that isn’t sickening enough to write off completely, but grates with oddball affectations and the mistaken conviction that yelling constitutes singing. She was sold on the merits of sequins and a loud mouth. In this respect, she delivers completely.
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