Always awkward, never packageable, the BJM continue to be manically referential, deadly serious, over-intense and over-the-top as only they can. The title preempts any attack you might make on the album’s selfconscious derivativeness (like shoegaze? Like the 60s? Then you’ll love…), and if sometimes you feel the pastiche would be too …
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