Wednesday, 7 October 2009
The coo of Clocks era Martin merge delightfully with the laconic Casablancas drawl in the carefree compositions of NYC native Darwin Deez. Not as serious as the former, not quite as cool as the latter, the Deez is living in his own little bubble. It's not supposed to feel this good, it's music to put in your pocket and forget about. He looks like he's been out at an 80's night for the last five years without showering. In a good way.