Crocodiles’ brand of minimalist rock anthem never quite took off the same way as Japandroids’, to the extent where I totally forgot they had an album in between 2010’s Sleep Forever and the upcoming Crimes Of Passion. Maybe it’s the vocal disdain that doesn’t quite connect, and the tuff-guy coexistence with the titular subject doesn’t sit quite right. The Pixies-like stuttering guitars are a deft touch, however.
Crocodiles : Cockroach
