Title: Fans of mature, skewed British pop, look no further...
Product review: Initially drawn to this record through British press reviews comparing them to the Go-Betweens, I picked up the Bitter Springs debut long-player not sure what to expect. It took 5 listens before I realized that I was hooked to their endearingly sloppy, country leaning brand of melancholic pop. If you don't mind lyrics which exist to be clever/obscure (the record starts with the words 'There goes George C. Scott/ In a blue range rover', and that more or less sets the tone), there is definitely enough pure emotion in the shambling music to reel you in. Think of some strange happy medium between the Mekons and Elliott Smith (and yes, there is a bit of Go-Betweens in there, too), and you should have something akin to the Bitter Springs. If this description interests you, you will be dependent on 'From the Parish of Arthritus' within a week of owning it.
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