Horses For Courses
This album sucks so much it shouldn’t exist – and that’s what makes it really exciting. At times, listening to ‘Horses…’ is so unpleasant you can almost feel it screeching directly into your brain. Case in point: ‘Sea Shanty’, literally the worst song we’ve ever heard and annoying on an almost nuclear level; like a coked-up Kathleen Hanna running her fingernails down a blackboard while telling you she’s “really into collecting vintage cameras”. Equally, we can almost hear the Breeders-esque scuzz of ‘Celebrate Ourselves’ whispering to us to “check out the feminist cake stall”. It’s gross: that’s exactly why we love every track on the album.