There's something about a frenetic new wave band that writes satirical songs about the nightmarish capitalist consumer culture that just makes sense to me.

"We need the sky for scale to feel small."

A quirky mix of spare textures and desolate lyrics.

Manic, bright, dynamic pop that makes you want to do anything but cry.

I listened to this at my local library and am so relieved to finally be able to shield my ears from all that uncouth cussing.

"Elvis never gave an encore."

A bit uneven, but there are glimpses of the heights they would achieve later.

The Pavement Underground

Thoughtful lyrics over simple yet dynamic arrangements.

These recordings were seismically important to history, even though most of these songs are the same song.

An unsubtle, meandering album for an unsubtle, meandering time.

I don't know what's in the English water that breeds so many weirdo spoken word bands, but this is a fine addition to the genre alongside Yard Act and BIG SPECIAL with a refined, adult contemporary bend.

Swampy production, deceptively simple riffs, and memorable songwriting.

The energetic zolo EP that literally beats a dead horse.

Lush classical acoustic guitars, swelling strings, complex arrangements, interesting structures, organized chaos.

Tatiana's voice is very versitile. She reminds me of Mike Patton.

This band should explore more genre variety like what shows up suddenly in the last track.

The perfect album to throw on when you're walking down the aisle or giving birth.

Beastie Grips

Pensive piano, ambient synth, and pretty vocal harmonies.

A total blast of manic prog-indie creativity.

High on energy, low on substance.

Monotone male/female vocals in creepy, trance-like unison over Philip Glass minimalism.