This is one of the more enjoyable all female bands I've heard in a very long time. They're five badass "beaches" from Australia who create churning krauty psych-rock jams. Mastered by Bob Weston of The Volcano Suns/Shellac, this album oozes positive vibes, and minimal vocals allows the music to shine through. Solid from start to finish. A great summer road trip album.
also, i decided just now after a lot of contemplating that this will be the last post of this blog. it's too torn between my own personal doings and music with a much wider appeal than all of that. there's too much amazing music out there that'd be better experienced alongside a proverb or enlightening idea instead of personal ramblings on my part. i'm starting a new one very soon that will feature a quote with a matching song. sort of like said the gramophone, but less watered-down and more prophetic. just simple and restrained, because simplicity and restraint are the new superfluity. except when it comes to cookies. --
With its curving wood bar and vases overflowing with freshly cut flowers, the neighborhood restaurant is stylish but comfortable — not the sort of place to eat at every night, but the favorite around the corner saved for special occasions. Perilla seems to occupy a different world from the scene at Centro Vinoteca, which is just how Mr. Dieterle wants it...
And Mr. Dieterle, for his part, quickly learned that investors were more interested in a solid business plan than a star turn on a reality show, and that his winnings wouldn’t go far.
“It’s kind of like being handed a case of vodka and saying, go open a bar,” he said. “It’s not going to happen.”
