Text: George Nikas
It’s like traveling back in time. As if you can listen to the sound of now, what some people out there might call elecdie (electro-indie). As if you leave your guitar aside just to get into the synths with the ambition to remake the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the fear you might end up like the Killers. It’s like listening to the second album of Klaxons, but in Manchester. As if you like it and you already started dancing.
