hardlyartrecords:

GOLD LEAVES ON TOUR!

05.26.12 - Missoula, MT - Wilma Theater #
05.28.12 - George, WA - Sasquatch Festival
05.29.12 - Portland, OR - Mississippi Studios @ *
05.31.12 - Arcata, CA - Jambalaya *
06.01.12 - San Francisco, CA - Brick & Mortar Hall *
06.03.12 - Santa Cruz, CA - Catalyst Club Atrium *
06.04.12 - Santa Barbara, CA - SoHo Restaurant and Music Bar *
06.06.12 - Los Angeles, CA - The Echo *
06.07.12 - San Diego, CA - Casbah *
07.14.12 - San Diego, CA - Soda Bar $ ^
07.15.12 - Los Angeles, CA - Echo $ ^
07.17.12 - San Francisco, CA - Bottom of the Hill $ ^
07.19.12 - Portland, OR - Mississippi Studios $ ^
07.21.12 - Vancouver, BC - Media Club $ ^

# - w/ M. Ward
@ - w/ The Moondoggies
* - w/ Poor Moon
$ - Grant Olsen solo show
^ - w/ Shearwater

Calendar entry for July 21st. Yessss, ^!

Lower Dens // Rosie 

There’s a lot of buzz hanging round Lower Dens’ latest album, Nootropics, and rightly so. Rosie’s a less hush, more lush track off their 2010 release, Twin Hand Movement. Watch me sway my way to The Media Club on July 7th to get my fill of this.

Want more Jana Hunter? Try Crystal Lariat with label-daddy, Devendra Banhart, and a solo, Have You Got My Money, on for size.

*another to add to my Baltimore Band Babes list - it’s growing.

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Allah-Las // Tell Me (What’s On Your Mind)

These guys take their retro seriously: drop this into a playlist of obscure mid-60s singles and it could totally pass.

It actually seems kinda possible that this record was dropped through a space/time wormhole that connects us to 1967.

I dig.

Seriously.

444 plays

The earth spread out in terraced fields and rose gradually to make the elevation of the hill. The house was a shape of horizontal rectangles rising toward a slashing vertical projection; a group of diminishing setbacks, each a separate room, its size and form making the successive steps in a series of interlocking floor lines. It was as if from the wide living room on the first level a hand had moved slowly, shaping the next by a sustained touch, then had stopped, had continued in separate movements, each shorter, brusquer, and had ended, torn off, remaining somewhere in the sky. So that it seemed as if the slow rhythm of the rising fields had been picked up, stressed, accelerated and broken into the staccato chords of the finale.

Ayn Rand // The Fountainhead