dreamdecay

Saw Dreamdecay and Daughters last night. Dreamdecay’s most recent album, YÚ, has been in regular rotation in my playlists ever since I discovered it earlier this year. They did not disappoint live. Daughters on the other hand - while boasting fancy pedal boards and even fancier haircuts - wasn’t interesting enough for me to even stick around for the whole set. I could go on a rant about how this is not really music, and certainly not rock music, and that this whole scene epitomizes what it means to be a poser, but I’ll just leave it at, “Get off my lawn.”

Saw Dreamdecay and Daughters last night. Dreamdecay’s most recent album, YÚ, has been in regular rotation in my playlists ever since I discovered it earlier this year. They did not disappoint live. Daughters on the other hand - while boasting fancy pedal boards and even fancier haircuts - wasn’t interesting enough for me to even stick around for the whole set. I could go on a rant about how this is not really music, and certainly not rock music, and that this whole scene epitomizes what it means to be a poser, but I’ll just leave it at, “Get off my lawn.”