Bandages is the great forgotten guitar pop record of the decade. It’s a nutty blast of a tune that scrapes away at the surface and makes the listener want to bounce bounce bounce. It is the ultimate drunken student indie disco soundtrack, full of frazzled riffs, shrieking vocals and a structure that grows and grows until it orgasms in a hot sweaty climax.
There is nothing particularly unique about this song. Everything you hear during its three minutes and thirty seconds of thrusting at your earlobes you will be familiar with, but it’s a familiarity that is delivered with such passion, that you can’t help but wilt and give in. The Canadian band have never produced anything as good as this since, which is probably just as well because we don’t think we could take much more without passing out.
[Album: Make Up The Breakdown]