Labels: Tee Pee
Review by: Alex Deller
Gotta love it when the album’s title itself negates the need for any real description of the music, this latest effort from heavy-lidded axeturbators Nebula the perfect case in point. If you’ve dipped into their career at any point over the past ten or eleven years you’ve got a pretty good idea of where things are gonna head with these guys: it’s gonna be retro, it’s gonna be rockin’, you’re gonna have squalling Crybaby licks burning iridescent swirls into your temporal lobe and there are sure as hell gonna be some woozily suggestive baby-baby lyrics to get yer tye-dyed panties in a bunch. It’s big, dumb, groovy fun all the way, and one for fans of Comets On Fire who aren’t too cool to admit they also have a couple of Moby Grape albums tucked away amongst all the hip shit.