Penny Bayonets sings, or should I say yelps, in a way that suggests she’s continually banging her little toe against something.
amateurish, pretentious, exteremely over wrought and I absolutely love it
if you don’t like title track even slightly then you’re just a grumpy bastard
There’s a bear with sharp claws and it’s standing on a cloud throwing a jigsaw piece into the sky.
Elements of the soul boy sneak through intermittently too
you'll be ready to paint the town red after listening to this.
as Scottish as Malt Whisky and just as enjoyable.
It’s wilfully perverse, and delights in tempo and tonal changes without a second thought.
no amount of knob twiddling can disguise the fact that there’s something missing from their sound
They’re loud, they’re exciting and they turn me on.
A great, pulsating, vibrant racket.
a mess of teenage angst, lust and pop culture references
They've thrown everything into the mix, good, bad and indifferent.
The next Goo Goo Dolls.