Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Twig : I Sweat Tabasco
Listen, enjoy, seek aspirin.
This is closer to the revolutionary esprit de corps of Alec Empire's Digital Hardcore Recordings than anything else. But without the accompanying politics. In fact, without any lyrics at all here words are merely confined to funny, onomatopoeic titles like 'Urban Pelvic Remedy', 'Tepid Metal Kitten' and the awesomely virulent 'Pump Me Like A Burger King'. So, if Primal Scream's 'Exterminator' was often referred to as war you could dance to, this is all-out, unrelenting, bludgeoning combat rave for the desensitised.
Twig, it turns out, is the perfect name primeval, gnarly, but above all, very handy for administering a good beating to the head. Listen, enjoy, seek aspirin.
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