We’re through being cool.
We’re through being cool.
Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies – well, that’s no surprise.
Look now, look all around, there’s no sign of life. Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
We are tired of your excuse. Try to stop us – it’s no use!
Who can it be now? Why, it’s the band from down under, of course.
Great hard rock with just the right touch of prog rock-y flair.
Don’t you want me to tell you? Read on.
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
Early ‘80s new wave-meets-garage rock with fantastic keyboards.
Smart, catchy, arty new wave-y punk that gets under your skin in the best kind of way.
It’s a fun (very) old school hip hop party album, and/but “Apache” is the towering achievement here that merits best 1,000 albums ever consideration.
It’s fresh, indie, passionate, and punk, all the more remarkable for an album produced some four decades ago