While I'm on the subject, I'll take the Breeders over Sleater Kinney anyday. There's no unspoken yelps or unfound non-chords, but the sound's so full and satisfying and *good* top to bottom.
And no, there's also nothing as catchy as career highlights Cannonball or Divine Hammer either, but Title TK sure hits a sweetspot between pop and noise: the slinking rumble of Sinister Foxx, the frail, overblown lo-fi of Off You, The She's laser-saw organ buzz. Inventive, tasty stuff 4/5
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