Melody Maker review of “Where’s My Picture?”

“Surrogate Sex”, the opening foray on Seattle’s Meat Cigars single, sounded great with the road drill yesterday but, stuck in Cricklewood with a peculiar smell of rotting papers rising from the carpet, it pales somewhat. And that’s despite some rousingly deadpan lyrics (“Surrogate sex/I can’t get it on”), and a suitably wired guitar. ¬†Shame!

Melody Maker review of “Where’s My Picture?” EP.