One room. Two microphones. One band. Press record. It’s that simple.
Penny Bayonets sings, or should I say yelps, in a way that suggests she’s continually banging her little toe against something.
This is what happens when you give a troubled youth recording equipment.
amateurish, pretentious, exteremely over wrought and I absolutely love it
pour yourself a cocktail, play this loud and sit back and wait for your loved ones to call for the doctor for you
if you don’t like title track even slightly then you’re just a grumpy bastard
a hypnotic and captivating record
There’s a bear with sharp claws and it’s standing on a cloud throwing a jigsaw piece into the sky.
But what interests those of us who have been around the krautblock are the tracks by the lesser-known bands.
..only Neil Tennant could, in this day and age, get away with stalking around the stage in a regal cloak and crown whilst the perennially cool Chris Lowe wears what looks like a Yucca plant on his head