It felt as an end of days such was the apocalypse of noise that Chicago’s Snowcuffs have visited upon us. But then on the side of our salvation was a singer who came across like a young Sinead O’Connor. And those vocals sound ever so perfect as a foil for the raining down torrents of feedback. Of course the 90’s loom large, the Drop Nineteens, but in pushing the extremes on ‘Cold Memories’ it feels like we’ve crossed the rubicon into something new too. KH
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