The rhythm-section-heavy instrumentation on Big Eyes manages the elusive feat of sounding pretty damn tasty while not really aligning with any current oversaturated trend, resembling something like J Mascis with his Jazzmaster through the clean channel. It’s enough to compensate for some fairly clunky lyrical assonance. Still, the promise is there, with the Australiana fetishisms (from the band name to the Robert Forster-esque vocals) dealt in fair, digestible measure.
Chips Rafferty : Big Eyes
