It's not rock and roll if you know what's going to happen next. That goes for yall listeners and that goes for the band itself. It's the energy of moment and if you designed it you fucked it up. Plan, practice, then show up and let it happen.
That energy's on display on The Gordons' debut LP - here's guys who heard postpunk and decided that they were going to take it up a notch, past where they where ready - that goes for the listener too.
Alister's frantic yelp, those bipiditbibitibtybipt bass skitters, that shammering, shttering guitar wash, full of hooks with barbs, full of couldntgiveafuck that it'd take us 5-10 years to catch up to stateside.
You get that perfect power here, of people making music without bothering to wonder if they're making it wrong. Nothing better than that - even if the debut EP was better for its raw freshness - it's part part of a downward slide into propriety for these lads, grab this last gasp at greatness as it flies on by 4/5
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