The extended version of their ’88 live opus, recorded in Amsterdam in front of what sounds like an audience of three. Swallow this. It’ll make you fly.
Spacy liquid pop with enough rough edges and hooks for your ear to get a toehold, textured and ambient but with enough complexity to keep your attention.
This is the Nick Lowe country album. He does it better than most of the country crooners today; and he did it long before anyone ever heard of Garth Brooks.
Heavy, moody pop with crashing guitars. Jaik Miller’s vocals on “Scary Dream Fade” are so overwhelmingly raw they raised the hair on the back of my neck.
In the late ’70s, he was the erratic, acid-gobbling genius who piloted the Teardrop Explodes to worldwide stardom, rockstar excess, and subsequent implosion.
From the cover and band name, I was expecting either Japanese noise or Japanese girlpunk. What we have instead is Britnoisepop that bounces and bashes.
Underflowers lean toward the subtle, swaying strains of Dead Can Dance with the rich, male voice of J. Orazi contrasting the gossamer vocals of Mia Chesta.