It’s 7:35am as i’m writing this and i’m fucking knackered. What I am about to write is the barely comprehensible thoughts of a man (man/child, child, rodent-like creature) who has just woken up and is forcing himself to write something before showering and drinking a million cups of tea; needless to say it’s not going to be a good quality piece.
Dolfinz make fuzzy, grungy, scuzzy, jangly, shouty, screamy, speedy, poppy music and If that’s not the definition of lazy journalism I don’t know what is. They sound like your standard break-neck guitar band but a lot more pissed off. Right i’m out of words and need tea now…
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