Electronic sounds aren’t hated by every single soul, but when things start to get too physical for some there’s nothing better than to simply let the lasers flow through you by moving to that state of mind when you maybe want to roll up to hear indie’s history. If you’ve never had to chance to do that, imagine you’ve been tracked down by some disgusted French bastard who stares you out and slaps your face. Basically, the guy is going change your musical mind for a while: he’s a pretty powerful tool, and you really are going to obey his orders.
Bonjour Kartica. These guys are no drugees, and they’re not people producing top notch material yet either. But in a sense the song is still structured to perfection, working so well that unless you mangled your mind when these sort of sounds all began, you’ll really have no doubts about its reasons for existence. Whilst keeping your head high and eyes open wide with its continuing run through riffs of decent quality, it builds you up through its shy yet still distorted rhythm and lead guitar making its presence known by catching us anytime it could potentially fall from our interests . Its meaningful melodies and drumbeats are as tough as Tony would have liked. Today, tripping doesn’t often take its place in the indie rock scene, but an occasional nasty slap from that disgusted Frenchman isn’t going to bother you as much as might you might think.