Bret B., close personal friend at
Post-Punk Junk, don't be a hater for what I am about to spew:
Citay, a new side-project of
Ezra Feinberg (
Piano Magic) and
Tim Green (
The Fucking Champs) is everything I violently despise made manifest--harmonic multi-tracked guitar solos with pompous overdramtic rock flourishes
a la Queen, cribbing from
Heart rather than
Led Zeppelin, lyrics which are probably about, fuck, I don't know, leprechauns and wood sprites and moon goddesses or whatever the fuck, all of it graced with flutes and mandolin, etc--and yet, despite these traits, I like them. Correction, I
love them. You heard me, Bret. I'm all about the L Word. Won't you hold my hand and skip into the thick of the forest with me while we sing along to
Nice Cuffs? If any of you love pixie nymphs as much as I do, you'll gladly purchase this self-titled cd for yourself at
Important Records.
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