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Aaaaaaaaaaaaand here's Jack Fear to give Morningwood the kiss of feath by admitting he kinda digs 'em.
On first hearing, I assumed that Morningwood were a very young band. The brashness, the energy, the winking self-promotion all gave the impression of smart-assed naifs, wide-eyed and big-mouthed and ready to take on the world.
Imagine my astonishment to discover that they're virtually an indie-rock supergroup. The guitarist used to be in Spacehog (who I rather liked), the bassist played with the Wallflowers (who I loathed), and the drummer used to play with Cibo Matto (who gave me a headache).
But they're a perfectly constructed group, in the way that Garbage or the sadly-unknown Stimulator were perfectly-constructed groups, and it's beautiful stuff—disco drums, rock bass, big guitar hooks, cheeky samples, sexy sexy vocals—knowingly dumb, aggressively simple, produced to within an inch of its life, and utterly irresistible. Pogo pogo pogo pogo pogo go go go go go. |
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