Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic… Sorry, I was listening to something else. What are we doing here? Oh, right. Here’s some electronic mastery from London’s Crooked Teeth who apparently don’t mind having a close-up look in one of those reflecting things to make sure they still need a fair bit of dental work doing. Don’t worry guys, nobody cares that your molars are essentially at a right angle.
This isn’t anything heavy-duty, you’d look ridiculous trying to use a forklift to get it on the road – it’s far more chilled out and feels like something that you could easily listen to on the bus as you make up stories about every stranger that you see as you gaze out on the dismal, industrial cityscape that surrounds you. At times it feels like this is what Richard Ashcroft might have been getting his chops around had he spent his childhood obsessed with a set of synthesisers, or if he’d just been around a couple of decades later. It has a right emotional feel to it if you can let yourself ease into the right frame of mind – open yourself to the music and take on the important message.
Be like no-one else. Be yourself, and be damn proud of who you are. Anyone who tells you differently can get fucked.
We Close Tonight 