Och! The cactii are on fire. Very, very odd the world we live in musically in 2018. That a band so evidently in thrall to Orange Juice, Josef K and Aztec Camera should hail from Mexico City.
Such is the case with the splendidly named Okama Flannel Boy. On this, their four track debut EP they party like it's 1981. Lead singer Fernando Torres with a delivery that's midway between Edwyn and Morrissey with only the slightest Mexican accent twang. It's all decidedly strange.
Like those earlier bands, this might not be to everyone's taste. But I like it a lot. It's gauche, wanton and very, very young. All power to the elbows of Okama Flannel Boy!
No comments:
Post a Comment