Dead Morrison’s corpse in the singer’s voice. The writer doesn’t have much choice. C’mon along, the piece is nearly done. Have I referenced yet Waiting for the Sun?
Jumping into the saddle of modern electronica, Bowie grabbed the reins and turned the bleeping beast of techno to traverse his fertile fields of creativity.
These guys combine a truly original sound with a sense of… hey, wait a second! They’re called Bush! Like, you know, a girl’s whozitthingy? That’s so cool!
Though they bear a resemblance to Spacemen 3, Juneau achieve a close approximation of their effects with more straightforward rock instrumental imperatives.
Seductive. Sultry. Dripping with sex. Jennifer Charles, singer for Elysian Fields, has a voice that makes any innuendo burst into flames of barely hidden lust.
Opening with the surprisingly melodic intro of “A Staining Impression,” Eleven Thirty-Four show themselves well-versed in hardcore and “catchy” songwriting.
Initially, “kill yr boyfriend” struck me as yummy bubblegummy Hot Damn! with cutesy-pie squealing and “yeah, yeah, yeah!” male choruses to round out the sound.