It’s comforting to know an album like Strange Little Birds can exist in 2016. This is the classic Garbage sound I grew up with.
A few of these songs wouldn’t even sound out of place on 1998’s Version 2.0 (which was my teenage jam), in the best possible way.
It won’t win Garbage any new fans, but ’90s kids like me will instantly recognise the grungy guitars and industrial electronics.
It’s admirable the band has stuck to its guns, although I wouldn’t argue if someone found the album itself a little dated. At its best, the album is a massive dose of late ’90s nostalgia.
Lyrically, it does stumble, but we’ve all been ignoring Garbage’s lyrics for a while now. I’d rather just dig out those old plastic chokers, get the heavy black eyeliner on and get back into our long-lost grunge phase.
This article was originally published in Fashion Journal 159. You can read it here.