Itchy Bugger Double Bugger

Supremely hungover, red-eyed-and-can't-quite-be-arsed but utterly life-affirming bedroom/loner-pop masterpiece from the Itchy Bugger. Songs that somehow combine punk concision and psychedelic whimsy… lusher and more intricately arranged than on the first LP, even as they double down on the DIY, drug-scrambled weirdness, and that unmistakeably private, nocturnal, kitchen-creeping, don't-wake-the-flatmates vibe... oh yeah and still with that same sadsack fucking drum-machine beat on every song.
The careening bonehead riffage your man contributes to Heavy Metal and Diät is here repurposed into something more textured and introspective and jangling and DAZED, making us think of The Moles, Pip Proud, subtly out early 90s Flying Nun gems like David Kilgour’s Here Comes The Cars or John Kelcher’s Personal Disorganiser, as well as things like Razorcuts, Afflicted Man, Solid Space, Beauty Contest, Television Personalities...