It’s among the most compelling new wave/post-punk workouts of the year, bowling in with a spiralling metallic meow of a guitar refrain that twists its way through the whole song; encompassing Talking Heads’ comedic dissonance and the dank howl of This Heat, with a terrifically skronking sax solo bringing on a hula-hoop hip wiggle reserved for Lizzy Mercier Descloux’s most piquant moments. As far as modern peers go, it’s as if Jordache and his countryman Mac DeMarco made a pact to guard each other’s original posts for a while; DeMarco taking care of Jordache’s sensitive side, Jordache keeping DeMarco’s party fires stoked. It suits them both fine. (via Laura Snapes @ P4K)
Whoa, this rules! I ain’t even mad about how obviously it wears its influences on its sleeves because the arms in those sleeves are ~waving~
When this guy opened up for Tune-Yards last year (or was it this year?), he was NOT this good yet.