The Hobknobs make fragile, minimal songs with a surreal, philosophical bent. “Dictionary” sounds like the pencil sketch of a Velvet Underground song, the guitars trebly and luminous, a slackly shaken tambourine the only percussion. The words, however, belie the track’s sonic simplicity, exploring the difficult semiotics of signifier and signified in short, plain words . . .
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