“There's no two ways about it: The first song to be taken from His Clancyness' forthcoming FatCat debut sounds a lot like the work of Kurt Vile, or the War on Drugs. Fine influences to have in any case, and a definite scale up from the Italian/Canadian dreamier early singles-- something signalled by the Dolby Surround Sound-ish crank that heralds "Machines"' tarnished silvery motorik swirl. There's”
