Picture this:
You're sitting upon a lazy susan, you are facing the 70ties, your legs are up. Earthy, rhythmic tones float in through your ears and up through your hair. You want to have a fro now, you want to be in bell bottoms, you want rainbows to shoot out of your eyes. The beats are simple and catchy, the music raw and the guitar is loud. The sounds of the needle kissing the record lightly is barely made out, the music sounds ancient. Someone just started hitting a cow bell. You want blue skies and Simon and Garfunkel to just show up. Then you're spun like a Chinese dinner... and electronic, digital beats rip your neck open and shake your spine til you have no choice but to dance, dance like its 2010. This music is confusing. Pick a century. Its that 70ties show meeting club dunk. You want to move your legs and wear glow in the dark headbands. This is what it's like to do drugs. This is Bibios Ambivalnce Avenue.
Listening to it now wishing it didn't hold so many memories for me. Nevertheless I couldnt be happier with an album. I would have chosen one song to hark on but I couldn't. Every song makes me wish I was born earlier, every song makes me happy to be alive now.
