Tuesday

JEFF THE BROTHERHOOD IN ROLLING STONE


Rolling Stones gather no moss, but what a beautiful polish!
Looking like the reincarnate of early Led Zeppelin, sounding like freedom, and smelling like Rock N Roll,
they kill the stage with a never fail performance.
They are fucking awesome live, I suggest you get out to a show.
If you try and let yourself get into it, you'll emerge sweaty and wild-eyed,
with a faint glimmer of childhood returning to your memory.
Their lyrics seem to be spawned from observations of a close companion who's
as rowdy as a 1980's WWF Wrestler, and as adventuresome as that day you decided-WTF let's fucking LIVE, but somewhere around the energetic age of 11.
It could be in a basement, a dorm, or an actual venue, but no matter what you'll regret not checking it out.


If you like what you hear, check out The Needy Visions, and Ty Segall
whom I've seen play all together in Jamaica Plain, Ma
at an event created by Needy Visions
front man Dan Shea (http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/BOWSHOWS).

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