We pick albums we can't get enough of, the kind that are on a mean repeat loop.
At times Hot Chip, at times sexy sax, at times The XX and Bon Iver, the album feels like a real self-exploration of sense and style.
Best described as dirty catharsis (is that too much of an oxymoron?), Archy Marshall relentlessly serves heavy, slinky, superbly confident vibes.
Curtis Harding has hooks and one of them is bound to catch you.
It’s a wonderfully packaged bundle of almost mystical songwriting and rich production that leaves you wanting more.
A truly impressive debut EP that feels as refreshing as it is old school. This is sure to be on my regular rotation for years to come.
If the first half of the album is like the adventure, then the second half is more like the view of the scenic landscape.
I was then the girl in the park looking like I'd dropped some really good M.