Sunday, February 14, 2010

Shoes This High

All the young lovers can go fuck themselves today. This is one for the sad old gits who plan on spending the eve with their cat and a pizza. But this isn't some downer things to get all teary about. Instead, this is another Kiwi classic that combines the pop you'd expect from something out of New Zealand with a fractured punk funk that might be more at home on the Ron Johnson label. There's also a bit of the British D.I.Y. sound going on too. But this is by no means derivative. Let this give your earholes a gentle rape tonight and it'll still love you in the morning. Just don't expect any breakfast.