Over the weekend, I went and saw old mates Step-Panther and Hockey Dad shred up over the weekend at a house party. Yes, in case you were wondering, I am bragging. Also, in case I haven’t made it clear, it is necessary for your wellbeing to go and see these bands.
But anyway, one of the supports on the night was a new band called FLOWERTRUCK. Although making it damn near impossible for you to search for them o Google, they were incredibly fucking fun and energetic on the night, despite their music carrying a swollen, hazy vibe.
After the tragic state I found myself in on the Sunday, “Candide” was a welcome hangover cure. Very Mac DeMarco-esque, floating lazily on a reclining riff and warbling synth and drum machine works, “Candide” positions itself to be the kind of song you want to listen to when you’ve got your head in a toilet bowl, the song fastened over your chin like a safety helmet, with the music acting as the cushion for your roaring headache, swarming your body with healthy vitamins.