I climbed to dharamsala too, I did
It's always the case, when I'm supposed to be most occupied that I write even more (haphazardly). But how can I resist what seems like the land of perennial sunshine and driveways, polite punk and afro beats. I love these four nodding, collar-and-cardigan combinationed boys and their very tame, post-oasis eyebrows and hair. Respectable, decent looking chaps they are, and in an odd way, look every bit Ivy League-ish. (And you know how much I have a thing for...) Then there's Holy Fuck which completely blew my brains out and left me clawing at the foot of my table waiting on some lyric of salvation but No! They are the emblems of electronica, and I suspect a little psychedlic punk themselves. I love that bent figure of insanity over his modest little synthesizer and miniature piano, now all they need is someone who is exactly and nothing like Brandon Flowers. Holy fuck, man.