“For a typically breezy band like the Stevens, opening a new single with a nod towards grunge is a curious move. Although positioned within the circle of languid Australian urbanites (your Dick Divers, Bitch Prefects, Pop Singletons, and so on) whose touchstones range from the Go-Betweens to 1980s Flying Nun bands, the Stevens have always been more indebted to Bob Pollard. Rolling in a menacing Cob”
