Slacker. So slack it can't get out of bed and isn't even going to try. Turns over instead and digs deeper into the eiderdown intent on at least half an hour more shut eye.
This is Crispy, Crunchy Now, the latest from Madeline Link or PACKS who divides her time between Toronto, Ottawa and Mexico City. At least she did for the making of this one.
PACKS have been good before, but now they're getting better. They're hitting their stride and getting damned comfortable in their Slacker skin.
If they were a band they would be The Breeders. If they were a song they would be Spent The Day in Bed by Morrissey. But comparisons are spurious now. They, or rather Madeline, deserves respect. She has carved out her own space.
The cover is terrific. Everything about this package is. It's Madeline apparently cuddling a wrinkled, oversized apple. Like James setting forth on his oversized peach into The Home Counties. This is just made for a 15 year old boy or girl, struggling with puberty and in need of a record to embrace and devour.It feels like an artist and a record whose time is now.
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