Is it just me, or are women the only ones making good 90's revival rock lately? There's a great strain of buzzing, bristling, charged guitar buzz, backed with similarly-energized sentiment, seething, maybe, against how little has changed, he brushed broadly.
Marika in specific, does not fuck around. And lumping her in with revival, or with anything, seems crass. There's thorns on every song, not a single chorus content to repeat itself without some barb tearing on the way out. It's small the way a knife is - narrow, sharp, incisive. The pacing lags, the pinpricks growing dull by the end, but there's something here 3.5/5
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