In the awkwardness meter, The Cocteau Twins land somewhere a bit more
awkward than Kate Bush but ions cooler than Enya. It's the stuff you
only listen to in private unless you're a real hot alternative chick
with holes in her striped stockings. Checkout "Carolyn's Fingers" and
you'll know right away if you're a Cocteau fan or not. Personally, I
love this weird shit... it's ethereal and entrancing... the melodies
sink into your subconscious and weave themselves into your mind matter.
The wiki mentions something about "mouth music"... weird. I don't have
to sell this to fans: it's a 18 track comp of their prime years
(1982-90) pressed in deluxe 4AD packaging.
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