Album Review: Nodzzz

Album Review: Nodzzz



There’s a song on Nodzzz’s 10-track, 16-minute long debut that sounds like young predators being let loose on the plains to rip flesh from bone with their bare teeth; in all its 59 seconds, [b]‘Simple Song’[/b] whines with a two-note siren guitar while adenoidal singer Sean Paul (not that one) yelps like Brakes’ Eamon Hamilton after diving into the primordial soup. Nodzzz like things fast and practically no-fi – Micachu’s ‘Jewellery’ sounds like a Beyoncé record in comparison. They’re tinged with the sweet slacker brown of the ’90s ([b]‘Losing My Accent’[/b] rolls like Pavement’s ‘Shady Lane’), but anticipate the promise of love like wide-eyed ’60s college kids, firing arrows of endearingly imperfect youthful insolence over fuzz-laden West Coast guitar. Wowee zowee.

[b]Laura Snapes[/b]

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