The Parrots were show-stealers at a recent all-dayer at London’s Shacklewell Arms, but this proves that the Madrid garage trio are more than just an incendiary live act. Black Lips-indebted jangling guitars fall in line alongside funeral-march drums on this sozzled ballad, as Diego García cries out with yelping vocals. Forthcoming debut EP ‘Weed For The Parrots’ can’t come soon enough.
this song is from our new EP “Weed for The Parrots” out on 22nd June.
10″/digital via Luv Luv Luv Records (WW)
10″ via Sonido Muchacho (SP)
CASSETTE via Burger Records (WW)
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