Tickley Feather is Paw Tracks' latest signing, and I have no information about her whatsoever. Apart from these little tid-bits:
- Her self-titled album is brilliant, in a kind of lo-fi I'm-on-drugs-and-I-want-to-make-an-album kind of way.
- Seriously, it's pretty good. I've not even finished listening to it yet, and it's pretty good.
- It shifts between half-minute-long mood pieces and longer almost-songs. There's no moment where the entire album comes together in any cohesive kind of way, but it doesn't lose anything for it.
- I don't even know if it's one girl or a band or what, but as far as I know it's one girl.
- I don't know if she's hot or not. I hope she is.
- It's so depressing that I can't even listen to a female artist without wondering if I want to fuck her.
- The mantis shrimp stuns its prey by snapping its claws together in such a way as to create cavitation bubbles, which generate heat of several thousand kelvin.
enjoy.
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