A fetal burst of local-band shamble and yelp, crunchy indie packed with baroque synthy buzzes and start-stops. It starts off awkwardly, tripping over lame Blur//Cake character sketches like Hot Mom.
But you can watch the band find its footing in real time; the propulsive chug of Sprankles, the clattering actual chaos of The Panic Song, the toothsome sunrise chiming of Turtle Dove. The kind of band you'd pledge to keep an eye on as you stagger out of their bar show - might even be served keeping that eye on from afar 3.5/5
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