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With Daft Punk’s disco-lounge-prog-sex-odyssey brazenly writhing all over The Interweb like an apoplectic anthill of Chromeo B-sides/frothing yacht rock upsurge, poe-faced slackers and fiery-eyed punks have barely had a look in of late.»
Here's the second installment of a new monthly column celebrating the sunny delights of DIY fuzz-pop, noise-pop, post-punk and straight down the line, knitwear endorsed indie-pop.»
Here's the first of a new monthly column celebrating the sunny delights of DIY fuzz-pop, noise-pop, post-punk and straight down the line, knitwear endorsed indie-pop. We'll be taking the bittersweet, the shambling, the fey, the angular, the adrenalin fuelled, the rough around the edges, the anarcho, the slacker, the young at heart and the jangle all the way and waving them emphatically in your face, should you care to listen.»
It doesn't profess to be anything it's not.»
This is not the kind of gut-wrenching, heart-racing, shiver-inducing stuff that knocks you for six and leaves you gagging for more. But as nostalgic, hand-crafted pastiches of contemporary pop music go, it's pretty good.»
Smudge are one of those bands who perilously teeter on the edge of recognition, vaguely existing somewhere out there in the musical ether or at the back of your mind. And you wouldn't be wrong in thinking that they sound suspiciously like The Lemonheads either: frontman Tom Morgan can claim co-authorship for The Lemonheads' seminal 1992 album, It's a Shame About Ray. »
Flaws is perfectly executed and well produced and if you inhale the album in short, sharp breaths, then you may just find the middle of the road a charming place to be, for a brief moment anyway. »
