Sound like a Beatles off-cut from that period where they were losing their minds in the most peculiar way, Matadors get stomping along with a marching pop beauty that shows more definition that even the most pointy-nosed of statue.
Don’t think about this one too much, logic isn’t really on the table and you’re sat surrounded by all kinds of weird and wonderful creatures with grins so hypnotically endearing you can’t help but allow yourself a little giggle. With a hint of fresh 21st century knowledge of music gone by, the band draw on some of the finer elements of psychedelia without indulging so far in their own brilliance as to come across as a bunch of self-obsessed knobheads. You’re unlikely to have trouble finding a track with a title like this on Spotify and it really does feel like a one-of-a-kind aural experience that you should at least try once to see if you can hack it. Sure, maybe this is peer pressure but all the cool kids are doing it and if you don’t at least put this one in your ears jus a teensy bit then I’m not sure if we can be friends any more.
Even your parents listened to something like this once and they’re your role models so you might as well follow in their footsteps. I’ll come and hold your hand if you’d like? And pet your hair? That’s the spirit – tuck in and let your inhibitions fly. Oh, and this comes from RIP Records who have helped give the world Blossoms, Tangerines and Peluché. These cats have the good stuff, man.
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