It seems fairly redundant for me to even blog about The Native Cats now that all the hip and cool blogs have already done it (and said nice things to boot).
I've know these dudes a long time and they're just getting on with making fine music that people, sometimes on the other side of the world, seem to like.
Mastered by Mikey Young (you know, THAT guy from Eddy Current), the LP/CD is out through R.I.P Society and Ride The Snake.
Some 17 year old from Sydney who strings a lot more fancy words together than I care to said this "So, to summarise, The Native Cats 'Dallas' is a moody, droning whack to the solar plexus with nun chucks made from Scott Walker's limbs. It's an album that smashes pop's bubblegum and rosy cheeks into the pavement, and grounds it up into a delectable meat that it can stew over later whilst it watches 'Game of Thrones'. Because what better way to watch Peter Dinklage than with Hobartian post-punk that screams medieval awesomeness." (Read the full review at Soundly Sounds).
On that note, take a listen.
I've know these dudes a long time and they're just getting on with making fine music that people, sometimes on the other side of the world, seem to like.
Mastered by Mikey Young (you know, THAT guy from Eddy Current), the LP/CD is out through R.I.P Society and Ride The Snake.
Some 17 year old from Sydney who strings a lot more fancy words together than I care to said this "So, to summarise, The Native Cats 'Dallas' is a moody, droning whack to the solar plexus with nun chucks made from Scott Walker's limbs. It's an album that smashes pop's bubblegum and rosy cheeks into the pavement, and grounds it up into a delectable meat that it can stew over later whilst it watches 'Game of Thrones'. Because what better way to watch Peter Dinklage than with Hobartian post-punk that screams medieval awesomeness." (Read the full review at Soundly Sounds).
On that note, take a listen.
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