pack up 7 togs and leave...

am i made of plastic?
am i made of sand?
am i made of pieces of a broken hand?
am i beautiful or worthless?
like there ever was a difference
i will paint my face with lipstick
i will scar the clouds with kisses


nethers --- it`s an island
as many times a restrained & prevalent instrumental start-up. like an island around calm water...

foals --- spanish sahara
diggs in such an extent lovely way into doleful heartiness, before the sands fan you nearly insensible towards the end. charming heroic!

wintersleep --- lipstick
a wailful shiver of atrabiliousness tear hearts apart. behold the unbelieveable lyrics above...

dirtblonde --- stockholm syndrome
(alternatively download their hangman ep plus furthermore desirable output via last.fm)
akin to "joy division" hypnotic symptoms creep out of nebulous sceneries. a short period of incubation for sure!

punk tv --- voices
ambitious predominant electronica sound carpets bewitches the senses. go on russia!

i heart hiroshima --- i feel it
chatters & crackles in the vein of" the vines" good old rock`n roll days

free electric state --- six is one
huge sprinting forward indierock. impulsive!
but see for yourself...