the drums at bowery ballroom 1.13.10 // more at greenshoelace
Despite all the post-blog-buzz meh reviews of last night’s show, man, I’m totally into well dressed absurdly flamboyant tambourine-playing whistling effeminate preppified-surfer-Morrissey clones with impossible cheekbones, really good stage lighting, and, like, really solid pop songs that sound like all those 80s songs you love and also all those 50s songs you love, except without sucking hardcore like everyone else who tries to do that all the time. Also: Heidi Slimane’s recent pictures of them.
