Rose Garcia is a bearded man from Austin, Texas who chaers the pain and woe of the world he sees on latest album Movue of the Week.
He borrows liberally from the songbook of Lennon and Big Star and Mercury Rev along the way. This is lachrymose. The world viewed from the bottom of a shot glass at the end of the night in a neon lit bar.
'It doesn't matter...' someone matters at the run out groove of one somg Everygreen. 'Always matters buddy.'comes the reply. Preseumably Garcia. 'Matters to fucking me.'
He's right. It does matter. Shakey Graves have the wit of Phosphoresence and the grace of Beck at his grevious peak. This is magical stuff. The night is tender
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