Furry Things were a subtribe known to shed their coats frequently. They moved early from the Land of the Lo-Fi, peregrinated to the shores of Shoegaze.
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?
A poppier, more tasteful blend of 2 AM melancholera, all late-eighties acousticism, non-threatening, spacious arrangements, with Alison Shaw’s airy trills.
Though they bear a resemblance to Spacemen 3, Juneau achieve a close approximation of their effects with more straightforward rock instrumental imperatives.
Like Origin of Species, a haphazard genealogy littered with low-fi fossils of noise-folk, folk-noise, softcore punk, slide-rule guitar, gut-busting silliness.
David Lynch enlisted the services of Trent Reznor to compile its soundtrack, in much the same way Rezzie put together the collage for Natural Born Killers.
Searcy sounds less crazed, the guitars and drums are more orderly, the song lengths more typical, the lyrics spelled out carefully on the inner sleeve.