I have no complaints about post-punk fetishism. If an artist justifies their attempts to replicate the dark, grumbling moodiness of bands like The Chameleons
Altar Eagle are content under layers of gauziness, the duo’s music emitting the type of confidence and nostalgic yearning that triggered attention for Beach
It amazes me how some bands can take a sweet and angelic voice and layer it over multiple rough aggressions of guitars, rapid percussion,
