The Acid

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“Fame”

The Acid

Was going to Liverpool a brilliant idea? Of course it damn well was. In a way. The the way that we had a real blast seeing dude merchants Racing Glaciers and Dan Croll truly in their respective elements. As for our merry men of the Racing Glaciers, they played possibly the best set that we’ve borne witness to thus far. The word cathartic was used by Sam Faulkner, not only because it really was that remarkable, but also because he’s been working ever so hard and was a bit tired/incidenting on the emo (welcome to our world buddy). In another way, booming it up in Liverpool was not the best idea we’ve ever had. Time has become so short as far as we are concerned right now that we really could have done with our semi-annual weekend hibernation, as opposed to not really sleeping at all. Although staying up till the break of dawn watching the Latin Thugs DVD – starring Sen Dog and a plethora of women who appear to enjoy washing cars a little bit too much for our liking and that of several others – is arguably a must-do on anyone’s life list. His side project SX-10 is pretty awesome. However, shit got real today. We’ve not really had a break since being at it first thing. You know the drill. On top of that we’ve got to go home at some point and figure out our living arrangements with our buddy Tim, seeing as we must depart Finsbury Park at some point in September. We may well be looking for a third dude to get involved, so you should get in touch if you’re into that. So we’re back on that calm-core vibe that seems to be a necessity week-on-week in recent times. Good thing The Acid are about to help us out in this respect. How much do we know about them? Not much. We suspect they want it that way, at least for the time being. What is important is to take note of just how much better a mood Fame has put us in since perusing through The Acid‘s EP for the last 30 minutes. We feel floaty; atop a digital sea that courses through our regularly-troubled mind that goes from pretty-fucking-stormy to calm-as-a-hindu-cow open pressing play. It’s really something; something like Yeasayer doing Bonobo doing Dems doing The Eraser. Join us in our sea of calm and get on this shit.

The Acid – Fame


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