The uncanniness of New Zealand week continues, now a bit later in the Dunedin scene, and more than ever it sounds strange and familiar, like and not like what came before and after, a centroid in a non-Euclidian US music space, arrived at by incorrect methods.
If the core of the usual scene is on the line from REM to GBV, this is on some parallel Sonic Youth->Pavement track, dissonance and prettiness in a tenuous truce, never quite sitting still, pulling guitar tricks from every corner. Too confusing to be exactly enjoyable, unpredictable enough to be irresistible anyway 4/5
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