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.

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