Miss June‘s EP debut begins with a song about a turtle, called Clyde. The lyrics would certainly appeal to tumblr-ites, but the heavy, grungey rock behind is more of interest. The production by James Goldsmith at (the since closed) Munki and The Blue Room in Wellington well supports this. Nothing is crisp on the EP, rather it’s all mildly fuzzy, as if you are getting tinnitus at the live gig.
Naively simplistic lyrics as with Student Loan, ‘You can’t get a student loan, because your parents have a fucking job […] it’s just another way for you to put me down,’ make me think of The Young Ones’ Rik and his awful ‘anarchist’ poetry. Maybe that is exactly the point… and, call me a prude, but there’s too much effing and jeffing within the five songs (all over within 11 and a half minutes) for my liking. With bandmates Chris Marshall, James Park and Tom Leggett, lyricist Annabel Liddell has the perfect imperfect voice for the genre… pacey, attitudinal pop punk.