Arrows of Love
Arrows of Love recall a time when alternative rock was the last refuge of the freaks and fuck-ups - those who wanted to kick up an aural stink: when the young and unwashed made music not as career move but because there was simply nothing else they could do. With such pure intentions, Arrows Of Love are pulling loud indie rock back from the dilettantes and poseurs and taking it down to the gutter. Picture if you will a Venn diagram where the art-punk of Pussy Galore, Country Teasers and Sonic Youth intersects with the twisted psychedelia of Silver Apples and the true grunge of Bleach-era Nirvana or the violent blues of Jesus Lizard. Now take that Venn diagram, burn it and throw yourself into the mosh pit.
