I can't believed I missed Beach House! They played our beloved Aeronef about a month ago.
What can I do ? Bite my chapped lips until they bleed ? Bang my big head onto the walls ?
I feel haunted, musically abused, and merely can't brush their eerie melodies off my mind.
How delightful.
Their last album "Teen Dream" bears such a calm, expanding beauty, like a patch of bright green grass gently grazed by the sweeping wind.
The Morning Benders snatched my fancy straight from the first chord.
It makes me want to pack up and elope to San Francisco. Please take a listen to their delicious "Big Echo" record.
For some freudian reasons I have a thing for high heels. They drive me bonkers. Unfathomable. Do they symbolise the erotic appeal of some scalding fantasy ? Where are we all headed, us who indulge cherishing our iniquities ?
Were we to sin, let's do it together !
Yours, tenderly
Paper-hearted devil
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