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ALBUM: Her’s – ‘Invitation To Her’s’


Her’s are the unstoppable Liverpool-based duo that have risen through the ranks over the past year and have now released their long-awaited debut album. There’s certainly bags of character to it, coupled with wonderfully imaginative music. The first influence/comparison that sprang to mind was perhaps Belle & Sebastian. The music is a lot of fun and easy to listen to, but the lyrical prowess shows wit and intelligence, and even a darkness at times.

‘Invitation to Her’s’ opens with ‘Harvey’, with gentle, ethereal melodies that are counterpoised against a somewhat mournful sounding vocal. It gives off a slow, ballad type feel, in the poetic sense that the song is a story, more than a statement or anthem, in the traditional sense.

‘If You Know What’s Right’, the third track, has a carnival type vibe to it, but again, if you listen carefully, there’s much more than just pop-tones and pretty, bubbly melodies. The potential pain and melancholy is deftly under-stated – like The Smiths, but not as obvious and a little more nuanced – in terms of theme. Comparisons always feel a little bit of a cop-out in album reviews – perhaps even more so with a band’s debut album, so it’s important to know that these guys can’t be pigeon-holed.

The Smiths feel comes from the contrasting sound and lyrics, that combines upbeat with serious topics. Those groups mentioned certainly come through in certain songs – and parts of them – but there no clones. This group has clearly worked hard to find and hone its own sound. They show that with the diversity they offer, between songs. ‘Carry the Doubt’, for example, embraces the more sombre side and is more haunting to the ear, after leading you into a false sense of security with its light intro, before the ghost-like vocal starts. The deep voice, that sings slowly and softly, is combined with harmonies much higher. The effect is lovely, if a little unsettling – but that only serves to make it more interesting.

At what’s almost the mid-point of the album you start to feel you know where you are. ‘Low Beam’ is a little more revealing than earlier tracks, embracing more fully the suggested melancholia of the singing through matching it with a subdued and low-key beat; but, it’s not that straight-forward for the rest of the album. It continues to bring surprise after surprise. ‘Breathing Easy’ sounds more directly claustrophobic than any of the other songs before it. The heavy synthesiser and occasional piano laid over the top of the track is set at a slow tempo, sort of creating a suffering effect, via music. The different sounds put into a collage is reminiscent of some tracks on Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon (1973).

Directly following this song is Blue Lips, that is a jazzy number, in sound but not lyrically. The flow of the sound of this song, and others, is a little bit like 10CC’s I’m Not in Love. Slow and expressive, with clever lyrics. There’s always more going on in the background with this band than you hear first timer around. More clever use of synthetic sound helps to make the next song, She Needs Him, another marking out of a tendency in this band’s sound – happy, jangly vibes against mournful lyrics – and their own unique take on traditional pop.

The final three songs of the album fuse sound concepts that have already been established, with something new. ‘Love on The Line‘ is quite poppy, when it starts, but once you focus on the lyrics that familiar theme of loneliness and an increasing withdrawal is present. This band draw you in by creating scenarios that make you care for the voice singing about them. The well-sculpted, tight structure of the songs works well to drive the messages home.

The bass heavy intro of the next song, ‘Don’t Think it Over’, is set against sparely delivered snare drumming. This makes for a sound of fatigue, which is an astonishing feat – the fact this is achievable makes one thing sure – you don’t tire of listening to this group. The album ends on a song that sums up what has already been said, though it does it in a unique way. It discusses the painful experiences of love by using a dreamy, slow sound to understate everything. ‘Under Wraps‘ is a gentle sound, with a sadness to it, that is relatable to anyone that’s been in love. It works so well as something that reaches the listener because of the general truth it talks of, instead of being a personal outpouring. It’s clear that everything being created is measured and delivered with careful planning. That’s a sign of the work that’s gone into this much anticipated debut album.

Overall, this is a debut album that’s innovative, thoughtful, and as a result memorable. As mentioned, comparisons will always be made, but that shouldn’t detract from the originality of this album. It’s a soundscape, that fuses the melodic with the melancholic. The songs tell stories and demand attention, whether they intend to or not. As a first album, this brings much promise. It’s a great late summer selection that discusses lost love, strangeness and hints at the darker emotions of life, that are always there, but often go unnoticed – so quite a poignant listen.

The music reveals itself slowly building an atmosphere that the lyrics compliment so well. The familiar is somehow made new. With its unique sounds, tight mixing and layering of precise instrumentation, together with the wisdom of the words, sang in a voice possessive of a wide vocal range. What is created is an album that you could almost swear you’ve heard before, but you most definitely haven’t. Make sure you do, as you’re not likely to hear much else any time soon that manages to achieve what this album does so effortlessly: catchy melodies, creative mixing, with thoughtful lyrics. The next time you do will be their next release.


ALBUM: IDLES – ‘Joy as an Act of Resistance’


IDLES are on the warpath. But it’s a warpath lined with glitter bombs rather than the more traditional, explosive type, and they’re marching with smiles on their faces and their arms wide open. ‘Joy as an Act of Resistance’ is the much anticipated second album from Bristol’s most talked about punk act, out Friday 31st August on Partisan Records and boy, is it good.

The record’s first single and opener ‘Colossus’ establishes the subsequent forty minutes as a no-shits-given parade. All at once the album protests all manner of modern politics and social views whilst still remaining overwhelmingly positive and infused with love for fellow mankind. Starting with simple clock-ticking style drumsticks and a heavy distorted repetitive chord, the opener builds and builds into an ominous noisy climax, making sure if you’re listening – you’re bloody well listening. No passive, Spotify radio-browsing, wannabes here please.

Steadily working their way through class divides, immigration, masculinity, the NHS, advertising, love, and everything in between IDLES punch holes in the status-quo. The lyrics flit between disarmingly honest and heavily ironic, but true to the album’s title and the band’s signature style, the songs are joyful anthems; simultaneously calling out established, dangerous ideas and championing those that they prefer.

From the simple, super tight ‘Television’ that confronts media-enforced ideas of beauty and instead commands you to “love yourself” to the take down alpha male ideals in ‘Samaritans’ the Bristol five-piece sugar-coat nothing, yet retain an utter sweetness and charm across the album.


IDLES are pros at keeping you on your toes. If you dare to drift away, a sudden change in tempo or rhythm, or a switch from sung monologues to shouted refrains will snap you back to attention. If you can’t keep up with the relentless pop culture references you’ll be left by the wayside in no time (although probably one of the IDLES guys will rush back to make sure you’re not seriously hurt – checking on the crowd’s safety and happiness is a trademark of their live shows).

‘Joy as an Act of Resistance’ makes you want to fight and proclaim your love for the humans around you at the same time. It’s a battle cry for the modern man, where the battle is against the media and the politics that run through it. It’s a solid-as-a-rock second offering from what has to be the UK’s finest punk band right now. So why don’t you buy the record? Even Tarquin’s bought the record.



Every month Twang go through the best new releases and – as ever – this month there have been a bunch of records to get lost in. To make it a bit easier for everyone involved, they do the hard work and pick out the top four albums at the moment – to create: Four Play! In no particular order…

ROLLING BLACKOUTS Coastal Fever – ‘Hope Downs’

The debut album from Australian quintet Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever is thirty-five minutes of upbeat contemporary indie. With the three lead singles making up the front end of the album, the first track, ‘An Air Conditioned Man’ continues their speedy, unique riff laden music. Followed by ‘Talking Straight’ & ‘Mainland’ the album sucks you straight in.

After releasing two six track EP’s since formation, in a relatively short space of time, surely the songs that would typically make up that debut album had already been used. Don’t be daft. With three singer-songwriters in the bands, it becomes clear that the creativity in the band is coming from many different avenues. Despite this though, the themes in the songs seem intertwined, and displays how tight the members are.

It is some feat in this era of music to make a record that has this much power, with such a simple formula at its core. It is incredibly hard to pick stand out songs from this album, it’s a modern day masterpiece that deserves all the recognition it is getting. Proving that despite what the pop charts might be championing, guitar music that is this good is never really going to go away. – Andy

RBCF return to the UK this autumn at Manchester Academy 2 on Friday 19th October

Aydio – ‘Inversion’

The best electronic music evokes deep emotion in you, even though there is no lyrics to orchestrate and pull on your heart strings. Aydio manages to capture your attention on almost every track of ‘Inversion’, this is not to say it’s a melancholic piece, not in one bit.

The opening track ‘Surface of Revolution’ starts smartly enough but breaks and cascades into soaring beaut. About 2 minutes in, you know you are dealing with an elite level album. There is no, what you would class as discernible beat on there. ‘Taurus’, lets strings dive and echo throughout the song, but then on ‘Sonrisa’ (the next track), he compensates with a heavy 4×4 beat interplayed with filtered flamenco-guitar sounding riffs.

Reading an interview with him, the man behind Aydio – Adam Harper – doesn’t have a set way to build music and draws his influence from all types of world music. This shines through loud and clear in his music. You feel a suggestion of an instrument in every track and you could maybe identify a country, but which country that may be, you can never quite pin it down. I compare this to Caribou, not because it sounds the same (because it doesn’t), but because it’s electronic music that you can daydream to, get surges of positivity to or completely break your heart to. But you’re not exactly sure why. – Mal

Miles Kane – ‘Coup De Grace’

Is it too early to start calling Miles Kane a legend of Brit Rock & Roll? Maybe so, but he is certainly on his way. His third solo album ‘Coup de Grace’ is a fierce tirade of his trademark tunes; interspersed with glam rock offerings. His last musical release was on behalf of The Last Shadow Puppets and this time round he has teamed up with pal Jamie T and Lana Del Rey for his solo release. With those names at the helm, how could it possibly go wrong?

Where his TLSP bandmate, Alex Turner, took the Arctic Monkeys down a more crooner and lounge-esque path, ‘Coup De Grace’ plays right into the hands of those that love a chorus to sing-a-long to and to lose themselves at sweat drenched gigs.

His formula hasn’t changed particularly, with the guitar riffs and melodies flowing like they have on his other records. This is classic Miles Kane, but the key album moments come on the slower, moodier, glam tracks. Lead single ‘Loaded’, was where Miles worked with Lana Del Rey and it produces a euphoric chorus, depicting the trials and tribulations of an ending relationship.

‘Coup de Grace’ is the albums highlight, a rolling bass walks through the tracks intro, before the echoing lyrics explode into the chorus and funky guitar come to the fore. ‘Cry On My Guitar’ has Bolan written all over it, a real true pounding drum beat hammers home throughout the whole track.

This will be a certified instant hit with the core Miles Kane supporters. His love for his craft is what makes it spectacular. Trialling the songs in small venues and intimate gigs all around the UK shows how much passion he has for just playing his music to the fans. He states on Twitter ‘Keep it simple and real and you can’t go wrong’. Never a truer word spoken.

Clearance – ‘At Your Leisure’

We have always been admirers of smart snappy roilling guitar music. Underlining that very fact is our review of Rolling Blackout Coastal Fever’s album this month. Well please allow me to wade in with another.

I happened across another review of this album and it centred on what the reviewer perceived as blandness, which I feel completely misses the point. Sure the tone of this album remains the same as the previous one, the effects of the guitar and the pitch of Mark Bellis’s vocals remains the same as it always has. And it’s also true when a band takes this approach, you definitely don’t get the soaring peaks and troughs you get with other albums. But when an album in its entirety is this good, then the gamble has paid off handsomely.

The album cracks along, the opener ‘Chances are’ immediately drags you in with bright jangly guitar and warm understated vocals. The tone is set. I interpret this album entirely as consistently, subtlety brilliant. If you are a fan of bands such as Quilt or Ultimate Painting, then you will appreciate this album. I haven’t stopped listening to the album and it really does gets better with each listen. Trust me. It’s a great little album to have in your collection to turn to when you need a smile putting on your face. At your leisure indeed. – Mal

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Review: Helena Hauff – Qualm

A bleak future sparkles gloriously on the German heroine’s second LP, Qualm

So much has been written about the dystopian futurism of electronic music that, these days, portraying any deep-slung industrial techno record as ‘the sound of the future’ is a hackneyed cliché. In the early days (and arguably rightly), genres like acid, electro and EBM were straight-faced and categorically freezing – oozing the dinginess of the Berlin Wall era and Reaganomics. More recently, artists like DJ Stingray, E. Myers – and this review’s own protagonist Helena Hauff – have taken the starker implements of these purveyances and turned them into spectacularly warm, if still deeply twisted workings. Hauff’s second LP Qualm is at the pinnacle of that notion not just for her back catalogue, but for flavour-spanning techno in general.

In her astonishing Essential Mix for BBC Radio last year (awarded THE Essential Mix of the year by the show’s panel), Hauff took the essence of the decidedly imposing, seamless charisma of her Golden Pudel residency and exposed further just how much genre traits could be manipulated – pulling and diverting sounds to create refreshing glances at age-old themes. Her meticulous record digging further seeps into Qualm too; everything is positioned for full effect, whether that be aimed squarely at club orientated vibes (‘Lifestyle Guru’, ‘Hyper-Intelligent Genetically Enriched Cyborg’) or subterranean no-man’s-land apartment buildings (‘Primordial Sludge’). But crucially, no matter how harsh the sounds get, everything glistens deliriously. Instead of wanting to watch the world burn, Qualm makes the most of the aftermath.

There is, of sorts, a narrative arc to the record. An arc that doesn’t wholesomely accentuate a dystopian setting, but does hint at a cycle – an evolutionary foot forward into the abyss. ‘Barrow Boot Boys’ and ‘Lifestyle Guru’ are both deeply hypnotic death dances, the former like wasps lured into a citrus soaked metal tin and the latter a searing strobe light angling its way around a Bladerunner- style bar fight in the year 2182. Next comes the heady descent into truly head-spinning realms, as ‘bdtr-revisited’ marries influences like Drexciya and Autechre in an effortlessly paranoid way before the beatless sci-fi wooze of ‘Entropy Created You & Me’ stamps its claim as the most melodic moment thus far.

The phenomenally titled ‘Fag Butts in the Fire Bucket’ continues the discombobulation by offering seismic but steady jabs to the rib cage with side lashings of screeching synths and deep-set kicks, before the aforementioned ‘Hyper-intelligent Genetically Enriched Cyborg’ rolls through as one of the squelchiest and most grin-inducing records Hauff has recorded to date. Throughout the record, Hauff guides one through neon EBM-indebted keys and an irresistible, intoxicating 4/4 groove. ‘Primordial Sludge’ is nail-bitingly tense, but its increasingly wet sojourn through mucky matter and Stranger Things-esque cinematic overtures oozes out like a genial – almost comical – beast from a tide of filth.

It’s towards the record’s end, with the scintillating double tap of the title track and ‘No Qualms’ that Qualm sounds most mournful, but even that sense of uncertainty is delivered with a spring in its step. The LP does depict the future as bleak, but never offers this up as a totally negative thing either. Maybe Qualm is the comfort blanket we all so desperately need.

Listen to the full album, below.

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Review: GAIKA – Basic Volume

Gaika Tavares’ full-length debut for Warp records

In a scandal-consumed post-Brexit, post-Windrush world, the highlighting of the immigrant experience in London seems more necessary than ever before. Gaika Tavares has been encapsulating feelings of otherness in his music for the last three years, hopping across and blending a whirlpool of genre tropes that directly reference the diasporic value of sound system culture and the rich, historic, tapestry it weaves. But as knife crime figures soar in Britain’s capital, Basic Volume (Tavares’ debut full-length for Warp Records) feels more timely than any of his previous releases, and appropriately walks the line between navigating an alien, insurmountable cityscape and a guided tour through a lack of belonging.

In an interview with the Evening Standard, Tavares outlined an encounter in the immigration line at Stanstead airport upon returning home from Barcelona. Despite brandishing a British passport he was singled out and questioned persistently about his purpose in the UK. Aligned with the fact that the title of the record is an ode to his father, who passed away last year, Basic Volume immediately stakes its claim as Gaika’s most personal and emotionally charged LP to date. His music has always been bitter, angry and desperately searching for a sense of self, but here he uses London’s bleakest side not as a tool by which to sue himself into submission, but as an emboldening foundation upon which life for black people, and particularly the kids at the mercy of gang crime, can be improved.

A record as thematically sprawling as Basic Volume is theoretically difficult to find a solid sonic palette for, but Gaika’s vision is steeped in pulling elements together in ways which require three or four listens. Here his fusion of dancehall, hip-hop and industrialism feels more gruelling than the more accessible R’n’B flavoured climbs of 2016’s Spaghetto. The opening title track sets a cinematic precedent, built on a hyper-coloured synth overture that glazes along a crawling boom-bap groove that oozes the rusting mechanisms of London’s more fragmented areas, and immediately unpacks the fears that come with “being naked and black in a white man’s world”.

The nightmarish low-end dissonance and ear-piercing squeals of ‘Hackers and Jackers’ sits perfectly as the backdrop to tales of inner-city corruption and physical brutality simultaneously, whilst the metallic, brick-to-skull intensity of ‘Black Empire (Killmonger Riddim)’ is as fitting as can be a foundation for a gloriously unashamed and righteous call to arms for London’s black community. There are softer moments, like ‘Ruby’, and an eerie (but gorgeous) 4th dimensional melody is a powerful weapon at the heart of tunes like ‘Born Thieves’ and the celestial highlight ‘Immigrant Sons (Pesos & Gas)’, both a fist-clenching feminist mover, and a declaration of the individualism and distinction of all of the UK’s minority communities.

The push-and-pull equation between personal and cultural lows that runs through the whole record unerringly magnifies the need for a real change of status quo (something which Tavares himself has said he hopes to achieve with the album). Nowadays, with the crushing cuts to arts facilities and venues across the city, it’s easy to feel like art is losing its ability to mobilise real social change. But Basic Volume wonderfully underpins the notion that by not giving up, by consistently challenging in consistently leftfield and creative ways, an escape is provided not just for those faced with grim reality but provides a sense of belief for those who are really living it.

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ALBUM REVIEW: Princess Nokia – ‘A Girl Cried Red’

Photos – Alberto Vargas

For decades now, artists have been taking feminism and femininity into their own hands. Although that might be true, Destiny Nicole Frasqueri (aka Princess Nokia) is fusing firebrand confidence and intrigue in a way arguably not seen since Missy Elliot’s flare-up. Her breakout mixtape, 2016’s ‘1992’, built an identity on both firm-modernity and an assertion of heritage. But not only did she do this, in her debut Frasqueri utilised her passion for the hip-hop artform with the constant aim to reclaim & redefine femininity through a righteous scope whilst playing on and adapting degradations of womanhood, being confrontational and personal all in the process. In short, she has stamped a distinct mark allowing the musician to cover all bases and confound expectations.

A Girl Called Red

‘A Girl Cried Red’ is the first release since that project. Described by Frasqueri as her ‘emo’ album, the 8-tracker revolves primarily around heartbreak, bitterness and loneliness. However, it’s not limited to these themes – just like her 2016 debut, the latest offering doesn’t shy away from opening up a wider, socio-political discussion without largely pursuing any ideology. On the whole, ‘A Girl Cried Red’ rejects the notions of healthy living and ‘urban feminism’ that Frasqueri ‘s Smart Girls Club podcast centres on in order to orbit around the breakdown of a relationship and the ensuing depression & eventual hope that stems from that scenario. In effect, it’s her most conservative effort yet, but that’s not to say that the album is anywhere close to what anyone was expecting.

Couple the album artwork – a smiling Frasqueri adorned in a Slipknot hoodie with middle finger aloft – and the almost teenagery romanticism of opener ‘Flowers And Rope’ and one would be forgiven for thinking the release is a bad caricature of the social subset. There are several moments on ‘A Girl Cried Red’ that seem to go beyond sonic experimentation and fall into silliness for a number of reasons. ‘Look Up Kid’ is an attempt at universal reassurance but syrupy lyricism and 2004-5 era lo-fi Jimmy Eat World baiting musicality make it unbearably cheesy. ‘Interlude’ is one minute of layered, palm-muted finger picking which again aims for the nostalgia of early Coheed And Cambria records and just comes off as out-of-date. Unfortunately, these moments seem far less adventurous than they do hackneyed.

There are a handful of moments of real profundity, though. On lead-off single ‘Your Eyes Are Bleeding’ Frasqueri sounds genuinely bitter, angry and alone, balancing the heartbreak over rolling southern hi-hats and reflective arpeggios with the dryness we’ve come to expect as she coos ‘I want to face my demons but denial makes me high’. ‘For The Night’ would fit seamlessly into the runtime of ‘1992’ – a smoky, deep-set R&B stepper, lyrically towing the line between braggadocious excess and emptiness as a replacement for love. Though, it’s closer ‘Little Angel’ that makes the biggest impact. A gorgeous ode and reference to equality, gender dysmorphia, male suicide and the shifting, more inclusive attitudes which seem to be gaining a stronger hold all the time within the Princess Nokia generation.

Despite setting its stall out early, ‘A Girl Cried Red’ is a confounding listen. When it lands those moments of power though, it’s another testament to just how diverse and engaged Nokia can be.

Album Review: Dream Wife - Debut Album - MCR Live Blog

Album Review: Dream Wife

If a badass girl band that sends shivers down the spines of insecure boys is what you’re after, look no further. Having all met in Brighton studying fine art and visual art, (which in my eyes makes them that extra bit cooler), Dream Wife is making huge waves and is without a doubt a band set to blow up in 2018. Their self-titled debut album “Dream Wife” is everything we hoped for and quite frankly, I can’t get enough of them, both for the music and their attitude.

The organisation of this album is faultless. The opening ‘Ooo’s of ‘Let’s Make Out’ paired with a rumbling bass send waves of anticipation your stomach. Breaking into a loud, rebellious banger of a track, I can just picture crowds of people screaming as soon as the first note is hit. The track strikes a good balance between pop punk and rock, the chorus is shouty but not angry and is cleverly pulled back in by the following verse.

The beauty of Dream Wife is their ability to mix tasty riffs and melodies with hard-hitting lyrics. “I am not my body, I am somebody” in ‘Somebody’ reinforces their authority and defiance against sexism and the way women are viewed based on their bodies. The opening lyrics ‘You were a cute girl standing backstage / It was bound to happen,’ immediately addresses rape culture and the stereotypical excuses used to justify revolting actions. In a recent interview with Dream Wife, Rakel Mjöll (vocals) said “The fear of using your voice to make sounds becomes much less. When that fear leaves there’s a whole lot of space for creativity. Lyrics are just as important as the melodies. The lyrics are all personal. Anything else would be pretty boring.”

Once you’ve had that first dance along listen to the album, I urge you push the attitude to one side and really listen to the lyrics and message behind each track and take inspiration.

Fire’ and ‘Hey Heartbreaker’ have similar upbeat, dancy vibes and even on the first listen, it’s hard not to catch yourself mimicking the girls’ ‘Hey Hey Hey’.

F.U.U’ is definitely a song to listen to if you’re feeling particularly bitter about your ex-boyfriend one Monday morning. But honestly, it’s by far one of my favourite tracks on the album. It quite literally takes 14 seconds for them to get to “I’m gonna fuck you up, I’m gonna cut you up, I’m gonna fuck you up” and that’s a statement if I ever did see one. But if you didn’t quite get the “I don’t give a shit” attitude through their lyrics, their thrashy guitars and aggressive drums certainly make it clear. Icelandic rap added by ‘Fever Dream’ plays a nice feature and has flawless flow, I just wish I had the patience to learn it off by heart.

On a different note, I am most fond of the guitars throughout “Act My Age”. With intricate riffs and a strutting drum beat, this song is simply an extremely enjoyable listen. The chorus bursts into a sarcastic and heavier “Do I amuse you? Do I confuse you?”, as if that is exactly what she aims to do. “Kids” is another track with tasty guitar riffs and harmonies. In the same interview, Alice Go (Guitar and vocals) explained “I’m a sucker for a fat riff. When we are writing, whether the music or the lyrics come first, we try to emote a feeling or a tone, be that nostalgia or ‘let’s dance all night”. For “Act My Age” in particular, if you’re a fan of Vampire Weekend type guitars, I recommend you giving this track a listen.

The flexibility of Rakel Mjöll’s voice really is impressive. “Love Without Reason” and “Taste” show a calm, almost angelic element to Rakel’s voice yet she is quick to run this into a defiant roar. “Let’s be kids and fall in love” could suggest an unusual vulnerability, but shows she’s not afraid to ask for what she wants. This is reiterated in “Spend The Night”, however the track finishes with an unaccompanied “And I slip away from you”. Maybe love isn’t what she’s wanting after all – damn.

Dream Wife is an endlessly unapologetic trio, constantly bringing fire and defiance to the table. If you ever get the chance to see these girls live, take it. I can assure you that you’ll be seeing much more of them in the very near future.