I’m actually posting the songs today out of chronological EP-based order, because I like Clean the Clock more than Blue Sunshine.

Blue Giant is the married couple from Viva Voce along with a bunch of Portland-area people (including a guy from The Decemberists) and you can read all about who they are over on Wikipedia because it’s way too hot in this warehouse right now for me to try typing too much. Oh, lord, there’s sweat beading on my forehead.

OK, the sweat went away. Blue Giant is pretty great, I say, because they’re yet another one of those horrible evil bands that pays such a homage to a time and place for music that I can only imagine how many old fucks (re: dirty hippies) would hear most of this shit and go, “Oh God, it’s so shameless, how they rip off the untouchable flawless splendid music of my youth! Oh, where are my LPs, I must caress the grooves nostalgically and remember a time when my penis worked without fail and chicks had hair that cascaded all the way down their backs to the crack of their asses!”

Blue Giant falls, as if you can’t hear it on Blue Sunshine on the more Southern end of the psychedelic rock movement… If you don’t catch vibes of Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In) then you’re lost to me, entirely lost to me.

I’ll be seeing Sea Wolf tonight at The Troubadour. I changed the Concerts page with an embedded version of my personal Google calendar that I use to track concerts I want to go to. This means it’ll be updated live/real time/frequently with great Los Angeles area shows I want to go to–and thus, you should want to go to them, too, because I only listen to awesome shit.