You know that harrowing scene in Silence Of The Lambs where Buffalo Bill tucks his manhood in between his legs, drapes himself in some weird shawl and dances around in front of a mirror while tweaking his nipples and asking the mirror "would you fuck me?" with Goodbye Horses by Q Lazzarus playing on his stereo in the background? No?
Well I do. And it's for that reason that 80's pop music scares the shit out of me. It fills me with a sense of unease and dread and leaves me feeling like I need a shower. This band, Anne, make me think of 80's pop music.
This is the 2nd record I threatened to post about last time, which I bought at the same time as Pale Creation from A389. Marking a strong departure from the label, Anne have a dream like, floaty sound to them and barely a distorted guitar in sight. Wether or not they freak you out like they do me is up for question.The vinyl here looks amazing, sort of a frosted purple.
I genuinely struggle to listen to this without feeling a bit weird. Anyone know a good psychiatrist?