This is the classic Garbage sound I grew up with.

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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. 


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It’s the fun, jaunty-pop we’ve come to know Arcade Fire for.
Looks like this New Orleans band has finally hit its stride.
A fat bunch of hits does not an album make.
An all-out glam rock album.
Is it wrong to want more?
A debut album four years in the making.
Frankly, not their best work.
A voice for the angry.
The little electro band that could.
You've made us proud.
Lacking M83's usual energy and creative spark.
Thanks to Bey, Tidal's finally making waves.
Strangely underwhelming.
Could've used a little more soul.
The future of pop music.
Much like his twitter account, it's a bit of a mess.
Clearly a very personal album for frontman, Kele.
That Rihanna reign just don't let up.
There's still nobody out there with a voice like this.