Barn-storming pop from the Fake Fictions, full of handclaps, shouted whiny choruses, and jangly guitars interrupted by intermittent fuzz. Welcome to spring!
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Barn-storming pop from the Fake Fictions, full of handclaps, shouted whiny choruses, and jangly guitars interrupted by intermittent fuzz. Welcome to spring!
i'm downloading The Fake Fictions tracks right now just because you said "full of handclaps" — handclaps are to me what cowbell is to Bruce Dickinson.
they really captured a great early stiff records vibe… cool!
Woohoo! I love hand claps, too! Thanks for sharing!