BY KAREN HEERINGA
Imagine a person from the 1960s travels to the year 2017. If the first music they heard was Crocodiles, they might possibly kill themselves right there on the spot. Yet one man’s complete racket is another man’s new flavor of pop. Crocodiles do not have a Top 40 sound, but something tells me they like it that way. There’s weird echo-y guitars, a constant hum throughout each song, and a voice clearly unfit for The Voice. And yet I can’t stop listening. Pay attention, Crocodiles: there’s a pop song buried somewhere in there.