A depiction of rock’n’roll consuming its own cadaver
What’s this? A lo-fi band with a fluffy name hoping to distract us from an obsession with David Lynch? Saints preserve… Luckily, Toronto’s [b]Little Girls[/b] (previously one-man band Josh McIntrye) rarely stray from excellence on this debut LP. Listen closely and you’ll find a depiction of rock’n’roll consuming its own cadaver to the tune of trashed frets, drum machines longing to be human, decaying vocals and production values carpeted in analgesic distortion. Haunting the picture, too, are the phantoms of [b]Ian Curtis[/b]’ misanthropy and [b]Syd Barrett[/b]’s nihilistic whimsy. Hell’s teeth, it’s strong hooch. Don’t listen before bed.
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