Here's is a press release that someone actually wrote for this ^ band:
The result is an album that crawls from the primordial ooze of anti-parent culture sound to stand on newly formed legs, moving forward with carefully considered steps. Here, sibling harmonies are offered to The Wickerman death-dub, tom-toms locked in hypnotic BPM. Guitars alternate between glistening pop tones, ethereal bliss-out and raw rhythmic ruin. Throughout, each song delves deep into the blank gaze, the experience of everyday living as viewed through the tired eyes of uncertainty and doubt. It's all kinda "vibey".
Ho-lee fucking shit, dude, you're killing me. I'm literally crying my eyes out from laughing over here...
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this reminds me of the HALL OF DOUCHEBAGS.
http://www.rockandrollconfidential.com/hall/hall_detail.php?dd_keyid=1
You should see some of the promo photos that I get in my e-mail. These wannabe "indie rock"/Pitchfork bands have no fucking shame.
Holy cow. I'm hoping whoever wrote this was in on the joke.
I like the definite conclusion.
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