The Answering Machine


Silent Hotels

An unexpected delight. ‘Silent Hotels’ belies its austere Magazine-style title to be a really rather terrific, odd-tempo’ed gallop through shiny pastures of bug-eyed art-rock. It gets a bit tinny, but we let the likes of Help She Can’t Swim make an unholy yelpy racket and love them for it, and so shall we do the same for The Answering Machine.