I, Gemini
Singular adventures in pop oddness, recorded in a nuclear bunker in the east of England. Rosa Walton and Jenny Hollingworth’s debut has many childlike charms: over-sweetened teenage-witch vocals; liberal use of glockenspiel and recorder; and a low-boredom-threshold flightiness that carries the pair from dimly-lit trip-hop (“Deep Six Textbook”) to sinister folk (“Chocolate Sludge Cake”), and lo-fi rave and hip-hop (“Eat Shiitake Mushrooms”). There’s nothing infantile about their execution though, and they layer sound and ideas into enrapturing melodies with skill and fearlessness.
The teenaged duo Let's Eat Grandma explore the nightmarish whimsy of nursery rhymes and folktales with a distinctly English flavor on their chilling and impressive debut.
The best things to come out of Norwich since Alan Partridge have made a contender for the debut album of the year
These two best friends specialise in strangely-built pop, but aside from showing off peculiarities, their debut lacks purpose.
That the opening track of ‘I, Gemini’ should be named after a maritime phrase meaning to throw something overboard is decidedly fitting given