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Ramshackle sounding odes and ditties from the shitgazing Madchestah urchins. It's a rather nice sounding record is this. It's full to the brim with melodies and enough hooks to get yerself wedged into. Not a million miles away from such acts as Psychedelic Horseshit or at a push Fergus and Geronimo...albeit less bitter and not as funny as F&G. I'm even getting (and I'm proper pushing the boat out here) early Fountains Of Wayne, before that slut Stacey's Mom turned up and ruined the whole thing. It's still a quite tuneful listen. It has a slacker sound that owes a great deal of debt (or potent hashish) to the psych pop movement of the late '60s...also known as the Great Soap Shortage of 1968. The sound of this record is one that this reviewer totally finds endearing. Scratchy guitar, pummeling yet baggy sounding drums (baggy as in the drums haven't been tuned up properly not baggy as in Inspiral Carpets...my mate Chalky was once in a ska punk band called The Inspiral SKA-Pets...they were fucking awful.), tuneful yet slightly drawled vocal stylings and short sharp songs. This is slacker rock at its shuffling, keeping out of the sunlight best. The song titles are quite funny too, and it's great to hear a band that has a keen sense of bittersweet humour embedded into their musical stylings. A solid slab of slacker pie...cotton and guns...
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