Banana Head and Rosemary Krust obsess over the basic structures of popular music, deconstructing the same formulas until they dissolve into reflective plainness. Banana Head nods to the wedding ballad, schmatlz indulged to the point of confusion, eagerness and imprudence, a distant relative way too old to be that hammered bleeding an oldie-but-a-goodie into monotone. Rosemary Krust draws out the essentials of guitar-drums-keys, abstracts, flattens them into hissing post-pop atmospherics. Paired up like two Moby Dicks of dopeness.
banana head / rosemary krust
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