Not just “a” Beth, but “the” Beths.
Hinds has a new album out. That’s it. That’s the excerpt.
Look, it was between this title and a play on “bedroom eyes,” and I think I ultimately went with the lesser of two evils here.
For those who like their 80s nostalgia post-punk style, and by “those” I do not mean “me.”
Oh man, if you want indie rock musical reference points, have I EVER got indie rock musical reference points for you!
Thin minds are the very worst kind of mind. They’re the hardest to write about, anyway.
Everything else may have gone wrong, but at least Bombay Bicycle Club’s first release in several years has gone totally right.
What do you do when the tide creeps in and washes away your sand castle? Make another one. Then make an album with your sibling about growing up on the Isle of Man.
Instead of gazing at one’s shoes, one should gaze at their personal past. That’s a way better source of songwriting inspiration.
It’s a deer! On a beach! Only in Michigan, I’m telling you.
Well, as long as the reruns are erotic, then I don’t mind if I do.
One easily distracted ADD person + one other easily distracted ADD person = a very good conversation about the endless intersections between the act of creation.