First there was Veronica Falls – who, if you remember, had absolutely nothing to do with Kirstie Alley – and now there’s Golden Grrrls, who, as far as we can tell, have nothing to do with Bea Arthur. What is it about hazy indie-pop bands who bury their glory under a mountain of fuzz and split their time between worshiping C86 and worshiping second-rate American sitcoms? You could at least call your band Friends or M.A.S.H. Read the rest of this entry »
bad puns
GOLDEN GRRRLSTuesday, November 17, 2009 |
TOO MANY BEET PUNS, ONE GOOD BANDTuesday, October 27, 2009
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Ever since I went to Russia I’ve been super keen on beets. They put it in their awesome traditional borscht soup and in their weirdly heavy but supremely tasty mayonnaise and smoked fish salads. It’s also good for the heart. So when I started seeing bands named after the prince of root vegetables, I was strangely hyped (yeah, I know it’s lame). This was until my naive illusions were shattered as I came to realize New York band 
