Sporadic semipros in an Anglo enclave so remote it evades ordinary patterns of formal exhaustion, these three New
Zealanders are garage Velvets--even their "eclectic" folk-rock delicacy and speed-pop buzz make the connection.
Fortunately, they're too tasteful to pretend they're jaded when they're not--10 years after their first burst there's still a
boyish strain about them. And if I remain utterly suspicious of garage exotica, I'm a proud sucker for this quick, hard,
flat, lyrical sound--professional no, clean and how. A-
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