
Throw on your flannel shirt and grab a mouthful of marbles because it's 1992 all the fuck over again. kc quilty hail from Brooklyn, New York, which has probably given us enough cheesy-ass post-Strokes guitar pop in the last ten minutes to burst a blood vessel; Sadie Dupuis and co. buck this trend and take us back to a time that seems so much simpler and yet so much more complicated. I often listen to alt-rock records from the 90's and reflect wistfully on how no one produces like that anymore, [...]