mardi, novembre 25, 2008

The Egrets Are Landing

If there is a hint of the splayed white glove we hear in so many euro soulsters in Little Dragon, I can't tell. I'm shamed it took a July assignment and Moya for me to find them. (Yes, listening to new music has for some time become arduous.) I wish I would have stumbled upon the fresh quartet on my own so that I could turn my flat nose to the ground at all you ne'er heard of thems. But be dears and see them at (Le) Poisson Rouge Black Friday. With "Pushing Daisies" downed, I need something quirky to take flight (other than my peoples).