Tuesday, 22 September 2009

collared.

photo: gun show

The picture is what you see lying in the crayola fields in the Melbourne outskirts the day after the night before. A pretty vision came bursting through riding piggyback into the party on the shoulders of a guy you swear you saw before but probably never did. In reality at least. Television soundsystem swiftly commandeered, Berlin band funk pervading the air as you take cover in the kitchen and wait for the heart-shaped ice cubes to melt. The temperature keeps rising, it's not even a housewarming it's a birthday party.

Crayon Fields - All the Pleasures of the World






The poise belongs to Crayon Fields who skilfully manoeuvre themselves into a position of delightful dominance and wrest the prize away without even looking. Their second album, named after the above is out now on iTunes and down under and demands to be the soundtrack to corridor necking everywhere. Imagine the whitest boy alive free from the certainty of erlend.


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