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.
Long keyboard swaths evolve into intentionally dull trance pop. Okay, it’s not for everyone, but if you like Low and other non-tempo bands, check it out.
One hot minute, it’s incantantory punk and Kate Pierson (or Cindy Wilson) the next, it’s string-mopped U.K. hee-hey with a sickly-sweet Pixie-sticky bassline.