"Weird, groovy and sensually charged creative output."
Cell Phone Bikini is weird, groovy and sensually charged creative output.
Opening tracks Childless Mother and Holding Hell act as a prelude to the album, where soft picking and morose vocals let the songs flow into fire starter Amarillo, which boasts a captivating syncopated drum groove topped off with a minimal bassline and plenty of spacey guitar noodling. Sell Myself In is a neo-funk 'banger' (for want of a better word). To My Fallen Head, I'm A Piece Of Paper descends into loosely structured madness. Truth Blinds Us is a fast-paced and hooky rock number before the final three songs bring the LP to a spooky, brooding conclusion.