we miss our fix of Sub Pop grizzled grooviness around these here parts, so you well imagine our ears were well and truly pricked and we were bolt upright in attentive adoration at new happenings from Metz. This be ‘Cellophane’ – a super charged distressed dragster blues blow out that’s over you like a rash chewing you up and spitting out ya bones along the way, blessed with a storming hairs prickling urgent anthem gusto, this discordant dandy spikes and spars with a full on wiring and festering punkoid glam gouged white out wallop. Phew.

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