Polaroids Of Androids

Record Reviews

Arthur Fonzarelli carelessly leaps through the air on his modified, water-enabled motorcycle while the melodic acoustics of Craig Nichols' timeless beach anthem Winning Days bounce off the waves like a baby off a freshly paved footpath after being lazily tossed from a Berlin hotel window. Thunderstorms suddenly appear on the horizon and swiftly close in on the tiresome scene. Summer was officially done, dusted and packed into a perfectly made plastic bottle bong. Sorry Arthur. It was great while it lasted but forcing yourself to glance backwards while attempting to move forwards is probably not going to do anything but split your skin-tight acid jeans. And that's embarrassing for everyone involved. The winning days are over.