Once again, Creedle prove themselves to be one of the mysterious algebraic variables of indie rock, the ever-changing x factor in a sea of equatic simplicity.
Throwaway indie pop with elements of post punk and post hardcore. Like an adolescent diary (or ‘zine) entry that rambles pointlessly about a humdrum life.
Continues to take goosestep-dancing strides, furthering the path blazed by their claustrophonic eponymous debut and the Costello-with-Tourette’s of Destroy.
A catchy collection of unapologetic indie-brand pop, Hot Saki… would probably survive quite nicely on its own, even without the Pumpkins’ added cachet.
All the requirements of an over-talented grunge/funk/rock band. Fil Pacino has a rough, purebred voice, while the band Pearl Jams behind him to a Chili beat.