Friday, August 21, 2015

Thank God Bradley – Journal News

Merchandise is a retro-futuristic wonder of pop-rock that will get a lot of 80 and has a new melancholy because the album’s lyrics “After the end”, the new released by 4AD, speak-outs and sky to fall, but they are new and have energy and a guitarist who is his own show, riding your own sound, exquisite, an acceptable short mustache that gave it to him a cunning air. What we did not know is that they outweigh your disc to play live, the opposite of what happened with Iceage, who appeared here to pretend insolent and have not been commensurate with its beautiful “Plowing” where they begin to plow on love and in concert seriously looked like they want to blow your own success if sabotage (yes, the black tent Vodafone also apinhou and sat there four times more people than two years ago, but met many who left unmet, frightened even with the sound and fun punk without flowers)

Thank God Bradley because it brought us a soul agreement and turned us all and unsuspected with a royal mantle r & amp;. be how to make Groove and takes care of 25,000 people. Blessed him and us. It’s another Coura 2015 postal memory, heads all lit and compact bodies in the large wave that goes downhill again all filled with black dots and he, Charles Bradley, 66, to lie down on his tongue hanging out and say whatever to us, “I do not care of your creed or from your color, I just want to know your heart”)

Thanks to him who saved a whole day (until the War on Drugs, Afterwards I would live the War on Drugs), because no one had yet fully delivered from the heart to the music that was already from 6 o’clock in the afternoon of the 3rd day, with too many people to surf next to the rock psychedelia and pop and disappointments (not too serious yet) Allah with them and Waxahatche to frustrate expectations. Katie Krutchfield seemed devolved all the time, but in a disinterested way, she and bassist also tattooed on her leg as she, and bringing monotony to the disk and the letters of the loss of them, that there not be felt unless wandering lost)

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