O girl. You’re on the streets flashing pearls. You make my stomach curl. Tapping your Teutonic thighs. Spinning records in your eyes. Dizzy when I cuffed you. Saw your eyes in the rearview. You said you love the flashing lights. Said you were not afraid to die. O girl.
And your friend Victoria with a loft in Astoria.
What is her secret? What the fuck does she keep in it? ’Cause some priceless china is missing from the Met. And two blonde girls were seen kissing on the steps. I know that was you two. Come on. I know that was you. O girl.
I’ve been waiting to catch you, to have a reason to talk to you. ’Cause your hair shines in the New York snow. Shines past the pond, the park, and the road.
A missing El Greco. Why do the cops not show? Shine on.
O girl. I told her no one’ll ever know. In my cab on that Park Ave. snow. No.
The Brooklyn band deliver a blissful psychedelic rock album steeped in sci-fi and spirituality, awash with organs, strings, and reverb. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021
It's a sharp live recording of a wild post-punk band putting it all out there. This will do (for now) since I haven't seen them live...which is a shame.
Here's my full review - http://www.7thlevelmusic.com/?p=4639 Nik Havert