The indie firm of Pavitt and Poneman makes the most of its licensing deal with Capitol and resurrects 3 precious pieces of the ever-elusive California dream.
The Apples’ juicy fruit is not forbidding, grown from the fertile seeds of pop and ripened with just the right amount of tart psych-fi additives and coloring.
Blue-collar throwbacks to the guys who slaved in the mills and pits all day and then threw back shots all night. They’re characters in Springsteen songs.
I haven’t found rock too provoking since Zepplin did The Rain Song (which didn’t really rock), Seade’s Perf is an excellent grab at quality atmospheric rock.