I was once again missing out on great music because once again everybody and their brother was using the pee-pee term (that would be "post-punk" - please STOP IT) to describe it. Nauseating images of Strokes and Ferdinands and Interpols invaded my brain. Fortunately, one of my favorite writers mentioned Dry Cleaning and I decided to give them a chance: whaddayaknow, this is really fuckin' good.
