Since their explosive debut ‘Good Health’ in 2002, Seattle's most overlooked band have morphed from post riot grrrl to post punk to post rock. This latest sees them go to an unimaginable extreme: mellow. Guitars are fuzzy instead of scratchy, vocal echoes are turned up to 11, accordions and the whizz of fireworks replace punk angst. It's the sound of the band mutating from the exciting. mysterious person in the club to the partner you pee in front of and take shopping for carpets. But, the sublime ‘The Nocturnal House’ and ‘Domino’, with its handclaps, piano stabs and in denial chorus of. “No, no, no, no, no” show that, thankfully, PGMG don't give a damn.
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