chasing another at a pace disarming, some are reduced to silence certainly guilty, but far from immutable. Released on December 8 through Workshop Scissors - the same day as the excellent album Jeans Wilder, Nice Trash ( the ire ) co-produced by the same label with the Radar Station - the split vinyl and Coasting Reading Rainbow unwittingly intrudes into this gray area of the reprimand a bit ashamed of the author of these lines to his own faculties procrastination. This is not to be violent than reconnecting the oxygen pump to a summer now where distant substitutes riot grrls breaking on our beaches hi-fi, equipped with guitars and reverberating decked with beautiful pairs of stump-striped mesh. Best Coast (read ), Dum Dum Girls ( read ), Frankie Rose & The Outs (read ), Vivian Girls ( read) ... difficult to escape without succumbing to lipstick scarlet ladies who, heirs of Black Tambourine, did not do not pray for swinging a sling load of nursery rhymes under high voltage frayed finery. In this game of seven families a matriarchal rock, let us first of all, and without random map Coasting young female duo, out of anywhere but nowhere. Compound, on drums, Fiona Campbell and Vivian Girls (sic) and Madison Farmer Dream Diary as an attendant at the guitar, the two carve Brooklynoises Snoozefest and What You Want in the same way as kids, they bang on the fabric, namely, in rudiments of the genre, snare and minimum saturations hubbub of anemic without transcending it unduly. The composure of voice, close to a Kelley Deal before the sinking of narcotic sounds like a promise so soft that it difficult to see the level of commitment expected from both sisters. A project? A fad? An outlet for their respective groups? A question ... quickly swept by the B-side of the split much more prominent and invigorating. The summer scent shy mumbled by Coasting dissipate instantly on contact with two intense pop songs masterminded by the duo from Philadelphia, Reading Rainbow. Sarah Everton and Rob Garcia singing, foot to the floor and smiling, ineffable indie anthems bathed in sunshine glowing raw and daubed with euphoric feelings. The aptly named Euphoria shown a wall of sound interspersed delicately adorned vocalizations when the recovery of I Can not Stand It The Velvet Underground dynamite a joyous blaze of distortion, our resilience useless in everyday life: quickly, very quickly, we want to take Carapate and change the hemisphere, just to roam, frozen cocktails (from Panic) by hand, a beach studded surfers and bikini alluring. But woe to him who will try to find such a discharge, apart from the introductory and Wasting Time, perhaps, Always On My Mind in the Eyes album Prism ( listen) that they just lay on Hozac Records . We therefore confine little, which is not bad. We have at least cocktails.
Thibault
/ / / Audio
Snoozefest
I Can not Stand It
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