Remember Curve? Well, chuck that wall of shoegaze haze, toss in a few funky beats (courtesy of producer Butch Vig) and you have a rough blueprint for Garbage.
I’m not Jewish, but Kletzmer music is the balls. David Krakauer plays in a unique way, full of sarcasm and lament; clarinet screaming, weaving like a snake.
Although the words are intelligible, what exactly they’re singing about, nor could I ever repeat a single riff. Seaweed are a tremendous and original band.
People who haven’t had a date in three years call this “hypnotic.” If you’re one of those people, this potpourri of mopery may be your cup of bitter almonds.