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"I spent last weekend listening to everything OLO Worms did, on shuffle, and it was a glorious mess. For every sweetly-soothing, sun-kissed folky ballad, there was a mind-melting acid rain cloud of ambient terror, or a retina-burning rainbow of hyper-colour pop; a thunderous storm of scuzzed-up punk fury, or a glacial snap of sparse electronica. Two key elements framed all of their output: melody and ideas. OLO Worms had both, by the bucketload. They were never going to be a band for purists, there was always so much going on in every song. But, like their heroes, the OLOs were a band of ardent music fans; they celebrated the joy of their favourite records by extracting the best ingredients, and creating their own intoxicating concoction" - The Pictish Trail (Lost Map, Fence Records)