SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE, THE: Self-titled: Cassette

This is the kind of music that I like, but only find myself listening to in certain moods—those moods being when I’m really fucking high. Due to my rather specific tastes in that area, I’m almost never high and hardly ever listen to music like this: psychedelic indie rock played in the meandering style of Sonic Youth and Sebadoh, stuff like that. Mostly loping. Dreamy riffing over lackadaisical male and female vocals with some occasional harsher distortion thrown in to keep it interesting while lyrics tell jaded tales of the loser chic life. If you get enough druggy post-hardcore, you’ll probably appreciate this. 

 –Craven Rock (Ice Age)