It’s quite possible that in the history of pop music never before has a band with such an outrageous name caused such little offence.
Excepting of course the false indignation a smug, in-the-know music fan may feel knowing that, with Holy Fuck not likely to make many radio play-lists, the rest of the world will have to make do with inferior music. After a staggering start Lovely Allen introduces earnest synths, pounding drums and sweet floating melodies. They are like The Shins with more electronics and music so lyrical there is no need for any interruption from mere words.
