What would your guess be here? Post R. Kelly sex tales? Shoegaze? Trance pop? Our minds went to some combo of all three of these when we first read the moniker. The last thing we expected was a sound that scratched our Pixies' itch. What a refreshing surprise! Although, the line about the blood and brains on the train is really going to kill our buzz on the subway home tonight. Apparently one of these guys writes for Pitchfork? We're not even asking questions on this one. Let's just go with it.
Mr. Dream, "Scarred For Life"