Reviews
Monday, March 5 2007
My Teenage Stride: Ears Like Golden Bats
A soft jangle of guitars, a hazy, New Zealand production sheen, the gently melancholy yet sort of humorous lyrics had me thinking I'd stumbled onto some lost Flying Nun outtake.
A soft jangle of guitars, a hazy, New Zealand production sheen, the gently melancholy yet sort of humorous lyrics had me thinking I'd stumbled onto some lost Flying Nun outtake.