Everything Everything’s latest offering is an infectious tumult of ditsy portions.
Crystal Castles had a lot to live up to after their debut self-titled album created a discerning following.
It’s hard not to like Ice Black Birds. The gentle lull of the guitar is reminiscent Hot Club De Paris, if they decided to mellow out during a jam.
Atlases opens with harmonies that siphon a clear influence from Little Comets. This is not a bad thing in the slightest, the innocent folk-punk track is anchored well by Jim Lockey and this is a consistency that is welcomed throughout Jim Lockey and The Solemn Sun’s debut release.
Jónsi rattles off a shopping list of lyrics that Mike Skinner would be proud of.
Another dose of mincey, conformist-punk from AFI.
The feeling in Stereo was tranquil. A wave of white noise filled the walls of the smoke clad basement. I like Washed Out, but I love Small Black so the latter being billed before Washed Out was a little bizarre.
I’m with Jay Z – Death of Auto-Tune – well, only in certain instances, this being one of them.