Once again my love of British humour is proven by the amount of time Wevie Stonder's latest album "The Bucket" has been occupying my ITunes. And why not, after all, songs about characters who are "swimming in a raindrop, living in a thimble" or talking about mid-album crises and asking questions like "like what time is it, why are we here, why are you here?" are just the type of tacky juvenile ...
Should you ever need an electronic anaesthetic to the rigidity of bands like The Avalanches and Röyksopp, you could turn to funky doctor Wevie Stonder and see what he's got in his filthy bucket.
Should you ever need an electronic anaesthetic to the rigidity of bands like The Avalanches and Röyksopp, you could turn to funky doctor Wevie Stonder and see what he's got in his filthy bucket.
Once again my love of British humour is proven by the amount of time Wevie Stonder's latest album "The Bucket" has been occupying my ITunes. And why not, after all, songs about characters who are "swimming in a raindrop, living in a thimble" or talking about mid-album crises and asking questions like "like what time is it, why are we here, why are you here?" are just the type of tacky juvenile ...