It’s Spring Fund Drive time at KAFM, and to celebrate and motivate, we are presenting Version Control, an assemblage of facsimiles and verisimilitudes which promise to delight and entertain. In other words — covers! Thanks to everyone who donated!
The year 1991 was when we heard the echoes of Loveless as the recorded work of the many bands it inspired hit the shelves in a shimmering gauzy implacable tsunami of guitar wails, only to be crushed by the mud-encrusted tank treads of grunge.
The pilot felt the glider’s control surfaces bite into the updraft. The craft smoothly pitched up and right as the surreal Eastern Washington terrain unfolded beneath them. The plucky strains of a Bolivian polka filled the small cockpit, the whistling of the wind no true competition. Facing backward, the specialist peered at the techmapper. Somewhere below, there was something messing with the surveillance satellite and downing any powered aircraft that dared approach. Up ahead, the clouds were bunched up in a way any seasoned traveler of the skies could tell was just. not. right.
The driver felt the leads tremble under their hands. The navigator clung resolutely to the sled, keeping an eye on the white horizon of the Wexford hills as they put some miles between themselves and the Monongahela. The only sound besides the rushing skids on the snow and the panting of the dogs was a faint crackle of song leaking from the driver’s earpiece. The heist had been a success; behind them, a net filled with silver Mylar balloons trailed and bobbed in the generated midnight wind.
Hailing from the original wave of shoegaze, the band delivers the expected dosage of swooping guitar amidst dream-state vocals and rock rhythms
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