Like Veronica Falls, Golden Grrrls have come here from Glasgow bearing the kind of directionless, fuzzy indiepop with distortion to go that would once have been called 'shambling' and still drives many a strong man into thoughts of seppuku. But, y'know, fuck them. Golden Grrrls have guitars that reverberate, harmonies that aren't, male/female duelling vocals in the best Vaselines traditions and a glorious rush of energy flash, noise and near enough confusion. We don't know offhand if this is a double A side with or the B-side of Beaches, either way being out on 7" this week, but it's our preferred track.
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