
Crocodiles - Endless Flowers By Kenny McMurtrie Cover your eyes missus, there’s a naked bloke on the cover of this. Titillation aside (if that’s what it’s meant to be), Endless Flowers is an album in the if-it-ain’t-broke-don’t-fi x-it mold. Crocodiles see no need to tamper with their My Bloody Valentine-esque sonic palette and indeed why the heck should they? Maybe I’m coming over all nostalgic for one of the defining sounds of my teenage years but the sound they conjure up (along with the likes of The [...]