Got some more mystery indie rock goodness to share with you. Purchased this single many, many moons ago, and upon bringing it home discovered that it was sans an inner sleeve, and for that matter an insert with any useful information regarding the record in question. I'm afraid all I have to go by is a Cambridge, MA address on the rear of the sleeve - not even the year of release on the physical record labels or nuthin.' Highly inconvenient on my end of the stick, because with such a ubiquitous moniker as Swizzle
, a search engine query yields zilch in terms of pertinent details. That means we're left with *gulp* just the music itself. Luckily Swizzle's fuzzy strain of left-of-the-dial guitar pop is of sizable, not to mention winsome merit. Side A delivers a pair of buoyant, rhythmically conscious jewels, doled out with seemingly effortless agility. The lone B-side composition, "Tricycle" is considerably more subdued and pensive, before peaking to a dissonant crescendo roughly half-way in. I'm not going to draw any comparisons here. For a change, I think I'll leave that up to you.
A2. Who's That Lady