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words by Marcus Foley
What do you get when you cross electronic beeps, drum machines, fuzzy guitars and vocals that sound as though they are delivered by robotic oompa-loompas? Devo or Krafwerk played at the wrong speed? Maybe 20 years ago, these days it’s To My Boy, a duo for whom the last two decades hasn’t happened. More Sparks than The Shaman, and proof that not all that beeps is new rave. ‘Model’ and ‘Oh, Metal!’ stand out, but there are a host of electro minor classics on offer here.
Latest Reviews
Mike Relm - Spectacles
Let the face furniture of San Fran disco-er Mike Relm fool you. Forget that he’s named his second album after his eyewear.
Vivian Girls - Vivian Girls
One of Vivian Girls is called Kickball Katy. She plays bass even more nonchalantly than your average Valium-scoffing four-stringer.
Plastic Passion - Contrived Imagery
They're saying that punk's dead, y'know? Spiritually, if not physically.
Wetdog - Enterprise Reversal
Had ‘Enterprise Reversal’ been a five track EP of a release its toneless blahs from lead shouter Rivka Gillieron would have still been a struggle to sit through.
