At first, Brendon Walsh seems like a pretty average guy: beer-drinker, pot-smoker, Ween-listener. But then we begin to find out this guy is an urban terrorist, using all the weapons at his disposal to ‘confuse and annoy people’. A desk job is a place to write overly-complimentary letters to big corporations and wait for the hilarious response. A car park has endless potential for leaving creepy notes on windscreens. A billboard is just asking to be messed with. Nobody and nothing is safe when Brendon Walsh is around.
This review was originally published by The Music magazine on 10 April 2014