Annuals
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Annuals
It’s safe to ignore the first minute and a half of this because, while being pleasant enough, it doesn’t really go anywhere at all. But when Annuals do eventually go for the jugular, oh boy, they sound a bit like My Latest Novel covering Animal Collective in Thurston Moore’s back garden on a summer evening with Battles manning the barbecue and battling with the flames – and that’s pretty fucking special by our reckoning.











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