After all yesterday’s procrasturbation about applying the old and new; and splicing the loose and the rigid, here’s a band that glace at those concepts and run with them, wildly laughing at their carefree
Pregnant shovel their sounds, influences and ideas onto their songs all at once. As always, it oughtn’t work, but does.
Shuffling, hesitating (see headline for application of the obvious pun) and lolloping with abandon, Strangers is outrageously sun-filled, lazy and vague. And yet it’s whip-smart, razor-sharp and as brief as it needs to be.
This is a terrific song in every way, harking back to a time when distorted, reedy vocals were the norm, and punching into a future of borderline-out-of-control pop songs, where noises swirl into one kaleidoscopic, reckless, glorious mess.