Teen Idols layer male/female harmonies in a way that’s unlike the glut of “whoa-whoa” punkpop. Evidently, it’s the Nashville bluegrass/rockabilly influence.
Ashen-faced lovers who equate death with the soul-sapping pain of passion fill this minimalist recording while maintaining meaning for the crushed velvet Goth.
Armchair Martian convey a sorrow, a loneliness, and a human warmth that’s made country affect a larger number of Americans than any other genre, hands down.
Feeling scared and vulnerable, Stillwell decided to play it cool and hitchhike into the mountains, eat weeds, and have nothing to do with movies for a while.
“The only light was somewhere in the back room. No noise. She came out with a hypo, hit herself on a fleshy part of her upper arm, and pushed the plunger.”
Few others can wallow in worm-infested dirt, offer somber hymns to the moon-drenched night, and chainsaw trees with such teeth, and also implement breakbeats.