Twelve tongues put a hex on you/Small mouths don’t dare to shout out/No fun for a night out
from Under the Earth lyrics by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
KO‘s femme-fatale provocations just get tamer and tamer over the years to the point where the YYYs’ new hippie-choir hell Stones posturing makes this love witchcraft slow-swell akin to that frustrated dream y’all have when you can’t land a punch; a seedy Lynchian tale that’s all woodblock and no bite.
