What on earth is this? It sounds like 60s pop played by a drunk garage rock band. It’s crazy Swiss purveyors of psychedelic indie pop, The Pussywarmers, of course. Chiming guitars and a trilling Hammond swirl in a foamy froth of fuzz and deep, deep reverb.
Wildly unpredictable and unpredictably wild, they leap and lurch from wonky space-age trippy pop to weirdy-beardy wig-outs, theramins a-warbling and drowsy horns dappling their laid-back world.
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