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It has a character close to Parquet Courts, dirty and visceral. The voice carries a frontal charisma reminiscent of Phil Lynott. Brief, razor-sharp songs played like it’s the last time.

Dry Cleaning transforms its laconic gaze into something more utopian than dystopian. Something intimate and livable.

The music of The Cords, a duo made up of two Scottish sisters, is niche. It’s for those who love Twee Pop, the C86 scene, or who treasure the early days of R.E.M.—that’s me. But, in truth, I think what these girls do is remind us of and reintroduce us to a time when simple, innocent music had a natural beauty—free of constraints and pretension.

It recalls the frenetic energy and classicism of There Will Be Blood and The Master, while at the same time engaging with the experimentation of Jon Brion in Punch-Drunk Love.
A distinctive element is the wavering guitar, which suggests a western atmosphere without falling into cliché. Its presence leans more toward forms such as the bolero or American primitivism.