The sound of a California roadhouse in the dead of summer. Hippies with weed, old guys with trucker hats, sweaty hipsters, and whiskey booth in dark, dusty corner.
They don’t love you, what can you do?
This is a band that I saw at Bottom of the Hill a few months back. Kingdom of Not opened for them. Not only were these dewy millennials the coolest people on Earth, but I love their music. I had to post some earlier songs to compare to their soul-crushing sound of late. Who doesn’t enjoy deep, magical beings getting bombastic? I personally can’t resist them. To be in the same room as their collective power is indescribable here.