Very much a product of it's time, the arch, angular horn-charty Downtown NY-meets R.I.O. sonics of this peculiarly moniked unit have a definite whiff of perky yet hectic Curlew style bippity boop about them, but they've been buffed to an oddly antiseptic shine by punchy 80's production values. In theory, this should come off as a chalk and cheese combo but in practice, it lands B-Shops in a fruitful and under-charted territory thats not far from the giddy sax-centric universe of Hajime Tachibana. These offbeat constructs are frequently offset by Sarra Tyrer's too-cool-for-you chanteuse stylizations, whose supple approach is like an unexpected silk caress in a pachinko parlor.
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