Damn you, White Reaper. Look at you, with yr catchy 60s-styled garage tunes, and yr tried-and-true hooks, and yr Ramones-y gallop. Look at you guys go. You’re like all the parties I’ve never been to, the ones where everyone is twisting by the pool and some lucky couple’s making out in their cherry red Corvette […]
[Oh my god! Ronnie Spector is singing to me!]
Merry fucking Christmas.
This truly is the mother lode of 60s pop. So heartbreaking. So gorgeous.
The B-52’s music is truly collaborative — brothers, sisters, gay, straight and best friends. How could they be anything else besides fantastic?
Confession: I am a 1960s girl group snob.
It’s like a bag of those fun-sized Mars bars: nice to dip into, but a bit much if you try to wolf the lot in one go.
Wouldn’t it be so great if something so obviously corporate-backed and hipster-fed turned out to be amazing after all?
I miss you, Joey.