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"That one or two songs sound as though they've been composed on an instrument 'only from Tomy' that's made of brightly coloured unchewable plastic only seems to make them more endearing" (Pink Tink)
"For some 'twee' and 'primitive' are appellations to avoid. For others they prove badges of honour and such is the case with Santa Sprees" (Ned Raggett, All Music Guide)
"It really is quite something!" (Gideon Coe, 6 Music)
"Absolutely bonkers" (London Time Out)
"Off centre lo-fi pop reminiscent of early Grandaddy" (Bliss Aquamarine)
"Fantastic trash pop" (Music TV)
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Reviews
"Santa Sprees continue to amaze and impress. Not only a potential Bible for future bedroom popsters, Keep Still is simply great fun"
(Splendidezine)
"Nothing quite prepared us for the bright irregular genius of Keep Still. A square peg in a round hole....sounds kind of dumb
but then so does Jabberwocky, Alice In Wonderland and Hey Joe!"
(Crud Magazine)
"Santa Sprees make sleepy toned lo-fi pop largely without modern parallel. Simple,engaging pop songs that largely fail to adhere
to many of today's songwriting conventions. Unique phrasing dipped in homespun innocence and thin soulfulness. Santa Sprees' delightfully awkward rendering of pop forms is overwhelmingly winning." (Delusions Of Adequacy)
"Sublime and ridiculous, it deviates between the bizarre and genius
like the Beach Boys on lithium....witty and engaging.......great stuff"
(Strange Fruit)
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Leap the antique with one electronic bound
See teak finish gaming tables laugh at their rock plinth ancestors
Marvel as well worn wings drop off and jets grow from the stumps
Fall into the collected thoughts of an actual active volcano
Gawp at triangulated bent spoke spin offs
Sip from a font of cheap music before it gurgles upstream to oblivion
Nest in laurels above death's door and know these three truths:
Time won't crawl
Poverty is catching
If it ain't one thing it's another
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If it's good enough for Wayne & Liz Laskowski,
then it's good enough for us.
Timid old world
You cannot hold a candle
To us
Now
We are
Out on our own.
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