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


An epic bad trip of an album that sounds closer to fellow LA acid casualties the Brian Jonestown Massacre than the sonic extremes of The Warlocks’ last effort. The Stooges/Velvets/MBV influences are still obvious, as on ketamine-heavy highlight ‘Standing Between The Lovers of Hell’, but reckless hedonism and wide-eyed psychedelic exploration have left Bobby Hecksher burnt out and betrayed. The gothgaze equivalent of Skip Spence’s Oar or Barrett: a damaged classic.
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