Singapore Sling The Curse of Singapore Sling

Singapore Sling’s output shares a lot with the band's island of birth, Iceland, which isn’t to say they belt out forceful electro ballads like Björk, but rather that they grind out dark, frigid loner-rock that could only come from such an inhospitable climate — or England. Henrik Bjornsson writes songs that sound so similar to the Jesus and Mary Chain he should be dishing out royalty cheques every time he straps on a guitar, but derivative tunes have an excuse if they’re good and, for the most part, SS do the dark, fuzz-rock thing quite well. It could be the language barrier, but the identikit lyrics make you feel like you just walked in on your parents having sex. (Stinky)