I was bummed that I missed Riot Fest in Chicago this year, and one of the reasons was that I missed Bleached‘s set there.  I discovered Bleached earlier this year DJ’ing for WSND and really enjoyed their new record, Welcome the Worms.
Luckily for me, Bleached were playing in Cleveland at the Grog Shop on the night my wife were there for her birthday road trip.  The Grog Shop is a nice venue.  My wife described it as one of her favorites of all the places I’ve dragged her to this year.  It’s roomy, but not cavernous.  Just avoid the Ace pumpkin cider.
First up on the bill were Hunny, a pop-punk outfit from L.A. with a lot of guitars and swagger.  They sounded like Green Day if Green Day decided to keep playing mid-size venues instead of writing Broadway musicals.
Hunny
Bleached played second, and they killed it.  A batch of Millennial girls started a tiny mosh pit as soon as Bleached put down the first chord.  They opened with “Keep On Keepin’ On” from the new record and tore through other tracks like “Trying to Lose Myself Again” and “Wasted on You” from Welcome the Worms and “Looking for a Fight” and “Outta My Mind” from their first record, Ride Your Heart (review coming soon).
Jessica Clavin had a definite Suzi Gardner / L7 power in her guitar work, and bassist Micayla Grace was on point. Â Drummer Nick Pilot did a great job, and even swapped his drums for Jennifer Clavin’s guitar (while she took over kit duties) at the end. Â It was a solid set that won them a lot of new fans.
Bleached
Last up was Beach Slang, which was only singer / guitarist James Alex that night for reasons unknown.  He played a loud, wild set of punk anthems and even invited audience members to join him on stage to play with him.  Two people did, picking up a bass guitar and getting behind Bleached’s drum kit for one track – and doing well for being an impromptu rhythm section.  Mr. Alex had a lot of fans in the crowd who went wild for his new material.
James Alex of Beach Slang.
It was a good night of rock. Â I hope you were there.
We made the 5-hour drive to Pittsburgh through the rain and got in a nice romantic dinner before settling in at Howlers – a local rock / dive bar in Pittsburgh to see Elephant Stone.  My wife and I have been fans of theirs since we first saw them at Levitation Austin in 2013, and I was eager to hear tracks from their new album, Ship of Fools, live.
We had to wait a little while, however, because we were surprised to learn there were three bands playing before them.  The first was a local hero – Paul Labrise – who played in a rock three-piece that laid down a good mix of surf, rockabilly, and garage rock.
Paul Labrise (on guitar) and crew.
Following them were One Day Steady – who were only on the second date of their current tour.  They played loud, enthusiastic that reminded us of Green Day, Fall Out Boy, and a little bit of Red Hot Chili Peppers for good measure.
One Day Steady
The Tilt Room were another three-piece, but this one played Americana / acoustic jams and didn’t mess around.  They got on stage, blasted through a short set, and sounded good.
The Tilt Room
Elephant Stone got on stage after 11:00pm and ended up played a shorter than normal set due to the late start time.  It was, nonetheless, impressive as always.  This is the smallest venue in which we’ve seen them, and hearing tracks like “Andromeda,” “Manipulator,” and “The Devil’s Shelter” in such a space was uplifting.  Many of the members of the other bands stuck around for their set and were impressed by their sound and efficiency.
Elephant Stone
We got to chat with Elephant Stone frontman Rishi Dhir, and it was great to finally meet him in person after a couple years of seeing them in Texas and swapping Tweets.  He gave us a hug before and after their set, which was (unbeknownst to him) the best birthday gift he could’ve given my wife – as it was officially her birthday by the post-midnight end of their set.  It was a fine set at that, and shame on you if you missed it.  Catch them on this tour if you can.
Set list, albeit there wasn’t time for them to play every song on it.
I knew this was a triple bill I couldn’t miss.  Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Death from Above 1979, and Deap Vally were playing the Chicago House of Blues all in the same night.  That’s a killer lineup.  Any of the three are worth seeing alone, but all three on the same night.  It’s a no-brainer.
First up were Deap Vally, who I’ve wanted to see since I missed their set at Levitation Austin in 2013. Â They came out to a large crowd and, no exaggeration, stole the show.
Deap Vally killing it.
They opened with “Make My Own Money” and powered through prime cuts like “Gonnawanna,” “Walk of Shame,” and “Royal Jelly.” Â Guitarist Lindsey Troy and fill-in drummer Lia Simone (formerly of A Place to Bury Strangers and Les Bucherettes) rocked so hard that I felt bad for DFA 1979 who were to follow them. Â Ms. Simone played like she’d been playing the tracks for years. Â It turns out she’s longtime friends with Ms. Troy and full-time drummer Julie Edwards, so Ms. Simone practically knew the chops already when she jumped behind the kit. Â Everyone within earshot of me was talking about their set even after the end of BRMC’s, proclaiming Ms. Troy’s “bad ass” attitude and Ms. Simone’s excellent kit work.
Lia Simone, yours truly, Lindsey Troy
Death from Above 1979 were no slouches, mind you. Â Their crazy light show was perfect for their loud fuzz-rock. Â How drummer Sebastien Granger can sing lead vocals while playing those insane drum licks is a mystery to me, but he makes it look easy. Â Jesse Keeler wanders the stage like an enraged Rasputin and plays as heavy as the mad monk’s legend. Â A crazy, aggressive mosh pit broke out during their set. Â I got in for one song, still happy to mix it up with the youngsters.
Death from Above 1979 going bonkers.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club closed out the night and, as usual, put on a great show. Â “Let the Day Begin,” “Beat the Devil’s Tattoo,” “Conscience Killer,” “Red Eyes and Tears,” “Cold Wind” (a personal favorite) and “Ain’t No Easy Way” were all crowd-favorites. Â Any worries anyone might’ve had about drummer Leah Shapiro’s health (who underwent brain surgery in 2014 for Chiari malformations) were dashed because she unloaded on her kit like a machine gunner.
The only bummer of the set was some sort of equipment malfunction on Peter Hayes’ side of the stage. Â The band had to alter some of their song selection, and the broken thing (my guess is a bad monitor) apparently was never properly fixed. Â They closed with a winner – Â “Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll” – and had no encore due to the faulty gear.
BRMC’s appropriate lighting for “Red Eyes and Tears.”
It was a good rock show despite the early exit from BRMC – one of the best rock bills I’ve seen in a long while, in fact.
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Guitarist and vocalist Andy Gill couldâve closed shop when vocalist Jon King left Gang of Four, but he instead reached out to many friends and collaborators and crafted What Happens Next – a fine post-punk record of dark themes with new vocalist John âGaolerâ Sterry.
The album starts with a sample of Robert Johnson from 1937 and then drifts into âWhere the Nightingale Sings,â – a song encouraging Londoners to embrace new friends and neighbors instead of trying to live in a past that really wasnât as glorious as they remember (âFalse memories, fake history, next youâll talk of racial purity.â). Alison Mosshart of the Kills delivers vocals on âBroken Talkâ (a song about a man seeking solace in prescription meds). âIsle of Dogsâ is another track about living in a metaphorical London fog as Sterry sings, âEvery day we invent the economy.â and âI buy in, to everything I see.â
Mosshart returns for vocal duties on âEnglandâs in My Bones,â which is almost an electro dance track, but Thomas McNeiceâs bass and Gillâs guitar keep it from straying out of post-punk territory. German musician and actor Herbert Gronemeyer contributes lead vocals on âThe Dying Rays,â which is almost an epitaph for the British Empire (âControl and power, empires will build in our minds, but it will all go up in a blaze. Only dust in the dying rays.â).
âI Obey the Ghostâ is a chainsaw attack on the Internet, social media, and how technology is making us lonelier than ever. Gill and McNeice bring dark guitars over electric beats as Sterry sings, âOnline gods speak personally to me. They hold my hand in the community.â
The theme flows well into âFirst World Citizen,â with its lyrics of âBig appetites, those American guys. Chew up whatever the dollar buys.â Thatâs some truth right here, and thereâs even more truth when you realize itâs a song about immigrants who would take any job any place to get where most of us are, even though most of us hate where we are. âI have lost everything, didnât ask for anything. I would take anything, anything at all to be a first world citizen.â
âStrandedâ is about first world rich cats who are secretly miserable. Robbie Furze of the Big Pink puts down lead vocals on âGraven Image,â and itâs a perfect track for him. Big Pink is a band that makes stadium-level electro, and this track has plenty of synth bass, programmed drums, and guitar fuzz, so it fits him like a tailored jacket. The closer, âDead Souls,â is about the rat race that can ensnare all of us. âThe world is rushing by. Everyone is on a roll, and I pass the time in the line of dead souls.â Itâs not as dark as the Joy Division song of the same name, but itâs close in terms of the lyrics (âIâm not cut out for this role, and in the end Iâll join the line of dead souls.â).
What Happens Next doesnât have a question mark in the title. Gang of Four isnât asking us, theyâre telling us. What happens next is a life caught in materialism, expensive medications we canât afford or need, and trying to reclaim a past that never existed unless we snap out of it.
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Recorded September 30, 2015, Live at Third Man Records is a fast, furious capsule of the raw energy of Death from Above 1979 (Sebastien Granger – drums and vocals, Jesse Keeler – bass and vocals). No guitar here, folks. Drums, bass, and vocals are more than enough.
âRight on Frankensteinâ has enough electro-fuzz in it to bring an animated corpse to life. âWhere have all the virgins gone?â the band wonders on âVirgins,â which has a wickedly slick bass groove thatâs hard to describe. The bass on âGoing Steady,â however, is almost like drone synth rock. Jack White, head honcho at Third Man Records, probably loves the title of âWhite Is Red,â and he canât argue with the heartfelt lyrics.
âTrainwreck 1979â is about a deadly crash of a chlorine train tanker and hits about as hard. âGeminiâ hits even harder, with squeaky, almost tortured bass and race to the finish drums (which makes sense since it was the last track recorded for side A of the vinyl release).
Side B starts with âLittle Girl,â a love song with doom rock bass riffs and post-punk drums. âGo Home Get Downâ has freakier bass and lyrics, and âGovernment Trashâ is appropriately trashy and loud.
Iâm going to assume âAlways Onâ refers to the distortion pedals used by the band, because the song is a cranked-up, raucous rocker that reminds me of a rocket launch in the way it constantly builds to near burn-out. They close the live session with âThe Physical World.â âOh no, not again. I get this feeling this is not the end,â Granger sings, but end it must and they go for broke and fade out in squalls of feedback.
Itâs a short, but strong live recording and a must for DFA 1979 fans.
Swedenâs voodoo-psych weirdos Goat have returned with a record that steers a bit away from their usual blend of frenetic, world music freak-outs and slows the pace. Whereas their first two records, World Music and Commune, were cosmic journeys around and sometimes into a wormhole, Requiem is a leisurely drift down the Nile in ancient times.
âDjorolen / Union of Sun and Moonâ starts with birdsong as Goatâs two female lead singers give a lovely send-off to your catamaran as it pulls away from the Egyptian shore. Then, the drums, guitar, and a playful flute burst through your speakers like a bunch of minstrels running around the deck of the catamaran in a celebration of what will be a blessed journey. The lyrics speak of rejecting negativity and traveling through space and time.
âI Sing in Silenceâ is an instant chill-out song, with flute, guitar, and hand percussion that is perfect for our journey down the Nile as the sun warms us and an ibis glides alongside the catamaran. âBrother, I am your sister, you are my brother, we have each other,â they sing. Itâs a song of inclusion desperately needed here in the U.S. this election year.
âTemple Rhythmsâ is appropriately named because the drums beats and handclaps at the outset will get you moving like youâre offering up a dance to appease whatever deity you worship. The song is spearheaded by flute and piano. Itâs a wild track that sounds like something from a cool late 1960âs European jazz festival.
Speaking of the 1960âs, âAlarmâ is 60âs psych – as evidenced by the acoustic guitar work and tripped-out percussion throughout it. âTrouble in the Streetsâ brings in Caribbean beats and guitar styling (and even bright, bash keyboards), again perfect for a lazy ride down an endless river. They go back to psychedelia on (no surprise) âPsychedelic Lover,â which includes Middle Eastern chants / calls to prayer.
âGoatbandâ is nearly eight minutes of instrumental psychedelia that reminds me of early Love and Rockets tracks with its free jazz saxophone in the background. âTry My Robeâ is a great example of the âGoat soundâ (if there is such a thing) – hand percussion, wicked drumbeats, female vocals, mantra bass, and crisp guitar. It flows straight into âItâs Not Me,â which sounds like something Janeâs Addiction wish theyâd written (dub bass, reverbed vocals, slick drumming). Itâs one of the loveliest tracks on Requiem.
âAll-Seeing Eyeâ is probably a reference to the Illuminati or the sixth chakra. Either way, itâs a good psych instrumental and lead-in to the rocking âGoatfuzzâ that hits hard for almost seven minutes and has some of the fuzziest guitar on the record. Another epic psych track is âGoodbye,â which starts with guitar that would belong in a Euro-western from the 1960âs and ends with those hypnotic beats Goat does so well, backed with body-moving bass.
âGoodbyeâ isnât the last song on the record. That distinction belongs to âUbuntu,â which ends with samples from âDirabi,â Goatâs first track off World Music. The three albums become an ouroboros – the snake that eats itself, the wheel of reincarnation. The end is the beginning. The journey along the Nile ends with the ocean. The end opens into a new world. Requiem isnât about death and doom. It is about exploration and embracing what lies ahead.
The Flaming Lips (Wayne Coyne, Steven Drozd, Michael Ivins, Kliph Scurlock) arenât known for making traditional albums. One album, Zaireeka, was meant to be played on four different stereos at once while you stood in the middle and let the sounds wash over you. The Terror was a doom-psych record about dour subjects. Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots was a psych-pop masterpiece. Embryonic is a wild, trippy record about the illusions of reality and breaking free of them and the transmigration of souls.
âConvinced of the Hexâ is loaded with poppy synths, empty swimming pool vocals, and distorted drums as lead singer Wayne Coyne sings about a woman who has seen things as they really are while Coyne wallows in illusion (âShe says, âYou think thereâs a system that controls and affects. You see, I believe in nothing and youâre convinced of the hex.ââ). âThe Sparrow Looks Up at the Machineâ has Coyne wondering what it might be like to shake all illusions (âWhat does is mean to dream what you dream, to believe what you see?â) as the band knocks out drum and bass beats with psych-synths behind them.
âEvilâ has Coyne regretting his inability to warn a friend of people who would betray him / her. âSee the Leavesâ is a haunting song about death and reincarnation, with heavy synth bass, haunted house guitar stabs, and industrial drums. âIfâ is another song about the dark side of others, and the follow-up, âGemini Syringes,â might be about the space race, the zodiac, or both. I know itâs a lovely, trip-out tune with water drop-like drums and ice cream truck keyboards.
The zodiac is a prominent theme on the record. There are instrumentals called âAquarius Sabotage,â âScorpio Sword,â and âVirgo Self-Esteem Broadcast.â Thereâs a song called âSagittarius Silver Announcementâ in which Coyne sings about being âfree to be slaves to this silver machine.â Is it an actual machine? Is it Coyneâs laptop computer, and thus the World Wide Web? Is it something he saw in a vision? We may never know.
âYour Batsâ is a heavily distorted song about a personâs nightmares, whereas âPowerlessâ is about a woman trying to convince Coyne that everything isnât as bleak as he thinks it is. The distant feel of the song makes it seems like heâs not entirely convinced. âThe Egoâs Last Standâ is another cut about destroying our illusions. Coyne sings, âThe only way out is destroy all traces, oh, destroying yourself.â The bass purrs like a great cat and the song briefly explodes into fuzzy rock before settling down into a mix of birdsong, synths, and lyrics that border on beat poetry.
âI Can Be a Frogâ is about a woman wondering how she might return in her next life, be it a frog, a tornado, or anything in-between. A woman (Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs no less) laughs and makes animal sounds behind Coyneâs playful vocals. You can hear him chuckling a couple times in the song. The heavy fuzz of âWorm Mountain,â and its rat-a-tat drums, is great. MGMT help out on the track, bringing additional vocals and synth grooves. The song is a reminder that death will come to all of us (âThrough the mist, a bell rings clear, but the ring is just a sound of your starburn burning out.â), and we can all hope itâs this trippy and cosmic.
âThe Impulseâ is written from the perspective of an angel or, by the sound of Coyneâs heavily synthesized vocals, an alien (or are they one and the same?) trying to free someone from their illusion of reality, but the person would rather stress over their appearance and âshapeless urges.â
âSilver Trembling Handsâ is a tale of a woman who covers up her fear and paranoia with heavy drug use. âWatching the Handsâ reminds us that not all is doom and gloom as Coyne and Karen O sing that âthe sunâs gonna rise and take your fears away.â The song is like a mantra with its beats and continued chants of âOh, oh, oh, oh, oh.â
Itâs a lovely and creepy record. Facing truth can be frightening, but the Flaming Lips remind us that the reward at the end of such a journey is freedom and peace.
Recorded live on November 06, 2015 at Londonâs Islington Assembly Hall, Gang of Fourâs (Jonny Finnegan – drums, Andy Gill – guitar and vocals, Thomas McNeice – bass, John âGaolerâ Sterry – vocals) LiveâŚin the Moment is a fine documentation of the edgy, post-punk legendsâ raw power.
It begins with the fuzzy, almost frightening âWhere the Nightingale Sings.â Gillâs guitar seems to double back on itself at points, and McNeiceâs bass pounds out a killer beat. One of their biggest (and still truest) hits, âHistoryâs Not Made by Great Men,â follows. McNeice and Gill get it off to a great start, and Finnegan puts down that slick groove that makes the song so good. Sterry sings to the back of the hall, urging the attendees and the rest of us to step up and move things forward instead of letting political opportunists get the best of us.
The squeaky and sultry sound of âI Parade Myselfâ is like something youâd hear as a bunch of strippers decided to beat up a rude customer outside the back of the club. The great beat on âParalysedâ is dub-like, but Gillâs guitar and vocals are almost shoegaze style. Sterryâs vocals on âWhat We All Wantâ are sharp and Finneganâs groove is so good that he sounds like a human drum machine.
It wouldnât be a Gang of Four show without âLove Like Anthrax,â one of the greatest post-punk songs of all time. Gill begins with guitar chaos that threatens to dissolve into madness before the rhythm section moves in to keep us and the song grounded. âDo As I Sayâ has Gill on lead vocals and he soon has the crowd chanting the chorus. âStrandedâ is a modern post-punk gem, and âDamaged Goodsâ is another classic. Finneganâs beats are dance floor-ready, and the rest of the band cooks like an Iron Chef right behind him. âIsle of Dogsâ is a favorite with the London crowd, and you canât go wrong with âAt Home Heâs a Tourist,â a classic song about man teetering on madness. Gillâs guitar is as bonkers as the songâs main character, and Finnegan beats his snare like it cut him off in traffic.
Gang of Fourâs âTo Hell with Povertyâ is still one of the best post-punk songs ever written. McNeiceâs bass work is especially good on it. Gill claims âWhy Theory?â is his âfeminist masterpieceâ and âtotally stolen from other people,â but that squelching, distorted guitar belongs to no one else but him. The album finishes with the solid rocker âI Found that Essence Rare.â
LiveâŚin the Moment also comes with a DVD of the bandâs performance in New York City in March of 2015. Itâs a great bargain and a fine addition to Gang of Fourâs discography.
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Iâve seen Dead Meadow (Steve Kille – bass, Mark Laughlin – drums, Cory Shane – guitar, Jason Simon – guitar and vocals), twice in concert – once opening for the Black Angels in 2011 and then again at Levitation Austin (when it was still known as the Austin Psych Fest) in 2014. They put on a heavy, trippy show that I enjoyed both times, so why itâs taken me so long to pick up Feathers is beyond me.
Feathers is not only heavy on riffs and percussion, but also themes of heaven, life, death, and reincarnation. âLetâs Jump Inâ is a great start, inviting us to jump into their heavy psych sound as they sing about springing from âthe face of the Almightyâ and jumping into life with both feet (often literally at our births).
The lyrics in âSuch Hawks, Such Houndsâ sound like something out of a Tolkien story, which isnât a surprise since Tolkien is an admitted big influence on them. âFrom the boughs of the oak tree, three ravens wail over his cold bones lying as they are.â Itâs a haunting story of a warriorâs death and his hawks, hounds, and maiden protecting his body from scavengers.
âGet Up On Downâ is a lament about being caught in the wheel of reincarnation. âIf Iâm back again, Iâm done after the next one,â Simon sings. The guitar work swirls around like incense smoke and builds to a soaring send-off. âHeavenâ is more cosmic psych and a retelling of the story of Abrahamâs near sacrifice of his son Isaac. âAt Her Open Doorâ is Lovecraft-like prose (âFrom the heights of the town her handmaids will announce her undying presence within her seven-pillared houseâŚâ) as guitars swell and fade with near-surf rock touches before smoothly cruising into Eastern Indian rock, and the drums are great all the while.
âEyeless Gaze / Donât Tell the Rivermanâ is a great example of the âDead Meadow soundâ – ethereal vocals, mantra-like cymbal work from the drummer, and breaking dawn guitar work that almost overwhelms you at times. Like early Pink Floyd? Youâll love âStacyâs Song.â âLet It All Passâ is another dreamy psych track about fading from this life to the next (âAll things in time when nothing will last. Lord, I donât mind. Let it all pass.â).
The CD version of Feathers ends with a 13:44 untitled bonus track that is nothing but epic cosmic psychedelia. I wouldnât be surprised if they wrote it after walking out of a sweat lodge. The guitars come at you from all angles, the solid drums keep you from floating away into the ether, and the vocals are like distant chants you hear on the wind.
Itâs a spiritual record, a psychedelic record, and a bit of a haunting record. You have to be in the right mood or have the right kind of weather for it, but itâs perfect when you need it.
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Deap Vallyâs (Julie Edwards – drums and vocals, Lindsey Troy – guitar and vocals) Sistrionix was my favorite album of 2013. I bought it for three different people and turned on at least one other to it. It shouldnât surprise you, then, that Femejism, apart from having the greatest album title of the year, is one of my favorites of 2016.
With production help from Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Femejism is full of swagger, sweat, and shredding. The first single and track, âRoyal Jelly,â demands you crank your stereo volume to 11. Itâs a power anthem / warning to others who want to live the rock life. âIf you wanna be queen bee, then you better make honey. If you want to be miss thing, then you better start hustling,â they sing. Donât whine and bitch about it. Get out there and do it.
âJulianâ is a send-off to an ex-boyfriend who missed his chance at something great, and it has some of the fastest guitar work from Troy. âGonnawannaâ has Troy planting a flag for riot grrls everywhere, declaring sheâs going to do whatever she damn well pleases and no oneâs going to stop her. Itâs powerful, near-stadium filling rock (Favorite line: “I’m on a psychic safari, and I’m not sorry.”).
Speaking of powerful rock, wait until you hear âLittle Baby Beauty Queen.â Itâs frantic post-punk madness with John Bonham-style drumming from Edwards. âSmile Moreâ brings back the distorted blues rock Deap Vally does so well and deserves to be on every womanâs mix tape from now until eternity.
Zinnerâs touches can be heard on âCritic,â as it sounds like an early Yeah Yeah Yeahs track (and thatâs not a bad thing) with Troy lambasting critics, Internet trolls, and haters. âPost Funkâ is layered with reverbed vocals as the band sings about getting out of dodge (both in terms of places and relationships) before things get stale. It has some of Edwardsâ best percussion on the whole album. She absolutely cooks, and Iâm sure this song hits even harder live.
âTwo Seat Bikeâ has Troy willing to get it on if her lover would just turn off the damn camera and quit insisting on shooting amateur porn. âBubble Babyâ has that crushing guitar sound I love so much from Lindsey Troy. Itâs full of chugging riffs, alarm-like squeaks, and blues chords (and her vicious vocals) blasted to the back of the room. âTeenage Queenâ has the band going after more haters who ask them if they plan to live their lives the way they do into their golden years.
âGrunge Bondâ is as grungy and grimy as youâd hope, complete with call and response vocals, Edwardsâ go-for-broke drumming, and Troy apparently playing a Hammond B3 organ by beating it with her guitar. Thatâs how it sounds to me at least, meaning it sounds great. Her guitar on âTurn It Offâ is loud yet distant, much like her lyrics about not wanting to succumb to her attractions. On âHeart is an Animal,â itâs so heavy and fuzzy that it feels like Sasquatch breaking down your door.
Femejism is a strong record that buzzes with power. Listening to it is like meditating next to a power substation – dangerous, thrilling, and possibly illegal.
Keep your mind open.
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