Funny how certain old impressions never change or even die. They just sit suspended, as though carved in rocks that never come into contact with weather. I put on the Swirlies every now and again and the recollections (mostly borrowed) are always the same. This song came out a little before my college days, but every note (and fairly ludicrous "noise" coating) smacks of the hermetic indie rock landscape that I was enamored of, and yet never fully connected with, at the time. Genuine pleasure, but it still feels like I'm looking into someone's bedroom window.
Swirlies - Pancake
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