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At what point does a sound become a trigger for gratuitous violence, I wonder? For example, every time I hear the tiresome combination of lo-fi scuzzy distortion with vocals that sound like they have been recorded in a reverberation chamber, part of me wants to grab the nearest seagull, punch it repeatedly in the face and tear off its head, amputate the legs and use the remaining body as a furry rugby ball to take down cyclists riding without helmets and adequate high-vis clothing. That'll teach the lycra clad bastards.

Despite the entrenched clichés with bands loosely categorised as 'lo-fi', there is undeniably some chemistry involved. After all, there must be a reason why people keep coming back to it. Just as there must be a reason why seagulls still exist, other than to loudly squawk outside my window each morning. Destroys The Moon, the second EP from Lady Neptune, the side project/alter-ego of London artist Moema Meade, lies obscured somewhere in this conflict.

On the one hand it's predictable. I might as well have picked up those early Best Coast demos and pretended it was 2009 all over again. On the other hand, there are moments where Meade demonstrates that she is capable of work far more captivating.

This is mainly evident on 'Get Out Of Here'. The song opens with a spacey, echo-laden guitar which gently twists and turns as Meade's syrupy vocals are free to escape the usual dirge. It breakdowns halfway into a thundering mid-tempo stomper. It's a sugary grunge odyssey which recalls the dirty splendour of Bleach and the sultry charms of Giant Drag. It is the sole moment of clarity in an otherwise messy record.

Instrumental opener 'Theme Song' is forgettable and despite some sweet vocals hooks on 'Words', the production is a frequency fuckfest which spoils the song. A superfluous 15 minutes of discombobulated space noises are thrown in at the end on 'Life On Neptune', just in case someone out there didn't get the hint that this was a space themed record.

Meade was probably not be aiming for the moon on this EP, but if she had set her sights just a little higher, perhaps the end result wouldn't have been as unambitious as this sounds.