Labels: Noyes
Review by: Joe Callaghan
Nah. I’m not padding this out with needless comparisons and whatnot. It’s just really fucking great. That’s all. If you don’t agree, then I will fight you. It’s that good. There are two of them. A lad and a lass, and they are an utterly joyous duo of fuzzy post-grunge indie-rock babbling. The drums are woolly and boomy, and the guitar is earthy. They both sing, and when they sing together, hearts will melt. If yours doesn’t, then there is little hope left for you. You have a turd for a soul. That’s it. Get it, somehow. Buy it. Lend it off your mate. You’re not lending mine though. I’ll be too busy listening to it, and even when I’m not, I like knowing I could listen to it. You probably wouldn’t give it back anyway, and if you did, it would be covered in jam and grease, you twat.