Things I like: Self-deprecating artist names and album titles. Pop music that doesn’t realize that it is pop music. Pop music that strives to be more than pop. Music that explores the darker underbelly of modern life. Music which remembers to have fun. Great grooves. Music that doesn’t feel part of a scene but which is happy to travel its own pathways. Literate lyricism. Songs that make you think.

It’s why I love Garbage Town, the second album from black country artist SICKY, so much…

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