Call me pedantic but I just can't get on with a band that deviates from grammar rules with such reckless abandon. The semantic nihilism of their name sets the tone for the whole of their debut LP, as they seem determined not to play by the rules at all. Vocalist Cacie sings through her nose rather than her mouth, drummer Bradley throws himself into arbitrary percussion and they plant distortion into light, airy indie songs where distortion has no business being. And yet it's heavier songs like "Friends With My Sister" that catch your attention and the most self-consciously indie tracks, like with double the nasal vocals, that are the most enjoyable. Perhaps this music has gone so far around the wrong way that it's come back to the right again, like the Velvet Underground, or perhaps I just need to buy some skinny jeans and some thick-rimmed glasses. Either way, their name still doesn't make any sense and they should probably fix that before they become scene staples, as they inevitably will.
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BY Heather ParryPublished Feb 3, 2009