Guy Lochhead, 08/10/10
American indie-rock band consisting of three men in their mid-20s who, according to their press release, sound like “a slopbucket of shoegaze tremolo, hand-claps, 8-bit blips, water-damaged mister rogers records, mashedcasio chords and drum machine’d beats–all bundled up in a warmishchildhood memory of hiding beneath the kitchen table in 1986 with theiruncle’s overweight cocker spaniel…” Another indie pop band with a deliberately crummy aesthetic prone to hyperbolic self-description. Titles like ‘Craving To Be Coddled So We Feel Fake-Safe’. I mean, it’s just more shit isn’t it, really?