“PEPTALK’s shiny, wonky pop often starts off terribly sad at its source but ends up as a firehose of pure and utter fun smashing right into your face and up your nose, leaving you laughing like a drain and spluttering like a maniac. It is the sound of a wounded soul dancing like it’s the last time it ever will, cynical and sharp and joyous and all sorts of fuck-you despite it all. It is a wonderful, wonderful time.”
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