review by Martin Smit
Phyllis Sinclair review by Guest writer
Thintankubator – BoneDome (SummerBreak)
This is one jumpy jived up Sandman that takes us on our journey, maybe not the most serene of dreams perhaps but
full of sparkling intrigue and that kind of refined chaos that the best sweet nightmares should have.
Now imagine this, that in an alternate universe, Bowie actually succeeded with Tin Machine, that instead of white
suits and an 80s sheen, he found a Tv on the Radio and shoved it into a grunge house party, called all the punks, stole
that nervous twitch right from under the Hold Steady and OH you are about half way there.
Because in spite of the uncanny thin white duke voice and other much talked about influences/inspirations this band
carries their own weight, their own soul baggage, their own fire, anger and hatfulls of hope.
‘he ain’theavy, but he is fat and American, but the girls still love him’
The band doesn’t’ sound fat and their love is complicated, one layer of tough flirting folded into another layer of wry
observation, mixed well with a spoonful of desire.