Haines, the avant-garde Arthur Scargill, is once again on the outside.
Lord knows what drummer shouted but it did sound slightly mental.
I can only break out in a cold sweat at the thought of what condemned meat U2 would make of this material. A potential classic.
This is a truly great record. Up there with anything by Kraftwerk, no doubting that.
And what has happened to Howl in the Typewriter? One minute he’s railing against vaginal discharge and the sexual connotations that faeces could have and the next he’s ranting about Sciatica, whilst telling Lionel Richie to piss off. Oofph
I kept thinking of an emo Dexys Midnight Runners when I first heard S As In Assassins
his record just wants to enfold you in its dreamy vibe
...there’s something in their urban swagger on this release that draws a line right back to the Scuttlers
So it’s derivative. And so what it’s still a good listen.
Believe me the LP sounds a lot better than this review makes it sound. Good fun.
Argentina’s Las Kellies live in their own world that’s for sure.
Apparently they’re a garage band from Mexico, who Omar Rodriguez Lopez (who plays bass on this LP) reckons are “the sex”.
As strange as the band’s history is, I’m not repeating it here; it involves Falmouth and animal masks but that sort of flippancy should not keep you from investigating their music.
It’s only downside for me is that its perfection and cleverness hides a lot of potential.
This record evokes times past for sure
I'm none the wiser what trousers have to do with any of the music, but fair enough
Like a ten year old discovering a barrel of cider at the school disco
Their music is cunning, spiral, watchful... it’s a sort of surveillance music
it’ll come into its own when you're dehydrated on a Sunday morning with a bastard behind the eyes
stately, relaxed and enchanting