Ovahead : Bag of soul

The desolate resignation of American sadcore echoes through the slovenly sonic youthful guitar, fragile harmonies flicker in the mist, and people like me talk nonsense about what is simply a nice, qui

Here are the young men, with fringes on their shoulders. These teenagers have clearly very little to be upset about, coming from a market town in East Anglia, but the emptiness borne of boredom somehow produces a streak of melancholy beauty in their fey miserablism. The desolate resignation of American sadcore echoes through the slovenly sonic youthful guitar, fragile harmonies flicker in the mist, and people like me talk nonsense about what is simply a nice, quiet rock record.

Johnny Cigarettes