“These are gluttonous fuck-hungry scum covered tracks that live muscle-bound, wire-tight and lean…”
“30 minutes of music gets split through two tracks with a cut for Side A and Side B. There’s prog, dreamwave ‘tronica, evolving progressions over space-disco pulses, and twists in surprising directions…”
“As only essential shops remained open, and all non-essentials shut down, the places we met that were closed up for months took something else along with them; that life blood of human connection…”
“This is energy honed, owned and punked. This is New York junk trashed for the masses. It belongs in a sweatbox on hot summer eve in a downtown back avenue slam…”
Here be B-movie tones, old school punk n’roll, New York mess, indie gems and a sack full of trouble-sludge sounds.
”Television’ is puerile and singularly cool. It’s self knowingly silly and raucous. And we’re not talking punk, it’s far cuter than that, with a teen Weezer faux fratboy fuzz…”
“All the mood and the warning and fear, it’s still here, along with some new threads and tricks. The clarity suits, and because of it, every song feels more human than horror…”
“There’s the matured calm and chill of solo Ray Davies, the jangle of late Teenage Fanclub. All the twists and connections explain the not-shy nods in a song packed with Easter-egg aurals…”
“Last Wars have mixed up a cool chaos sound made of rasp and home brewed lo-fi synths. This is bedroom based punk for electro free-wheelers, all scratchy and rat-tailed and ragged…”
“Scott’s gift for wordplay and heartfelt conveyance might have found new surroundings to move in, but the light boyish charm of his wistful romance, that’s as intact and on show as ever…”
