An impossible little minor masterpiece, a perfect storm of Interpol/Pavement cool, GBV microhooks and earnest, grasping Tacocat/Surfer Blood/Weezer surf-lite curlturning; if I fall into a pit of reference points they started it.
The vocals bite the edges, and lyrics trip into too-cute lines about 'jerking off to Al-Jazeera' too often, but this is the post]]modern post//not-post irony shitstorm -- we're selling Microsoft tablets with implausible loft-sketches of tent-dresses, might as well soundtrack the halfassed hatefuck 4/5
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