What’s better than a bit of raucous, Pavement-inspired lo-fi on a Friday night? Not much, I tell you that.
SoCal based rockers Candy Paint explode onto the scene with their rampant debut track, Vomit Lips; a three minute barrage of sleaze, grit and scuzzy guitars, all built upon purposefully outdated sounding recording techniques. Soliloquising about drug-fueled binges, fucked up teenage romances and twisted regrets, Vomit Lips makes me feel like I’m at an illegal downtown garage-party as opposed to sitting at my desk, drinking green tea. Rock and roll, eh?
Demon at the swap meet Yeah, sellin’ deficits for dirt cheap Don’t give a fuck about your policy