French Exit, the debut full-length from TV Girl, makes me a believer.
I can believe that SoCal summers are more soaked in wonderful sonic fog fuzz than grimy sunblock smog noise. I can also believe, in general, that the world is a better place. Free to love and leave, sigh and start over, and move deliberately through life without missing a chord.
Take SLGTM’s All Your Summer Songs, tell The Go! Team to mellow the eff out, and channel equal parts early-morning mimosa with late-night vino, and you’ll have a close approximation of what this record has been doing to spaces between my speakers these last few days.
Be nice if one of these shows was in the City, but I’ve been looking for another reason to trek down to Santa Cruz. And, Oakland: I ain’t mad atchoo either.