These two peeps have only released this EP, but this sixer is promising. Straight outta Auckland, yo. I’m going to avoid saying Mazzy Star. Some of it’s mellow lounge, some of it’s passive-aggressive alternafuzz, some of it’s of the bedroom headphone variety. The gal has a slacking, soothing voice that’s echoed around a seemingly large space, as if her homey is playing along in a daydream. Light strumming, bird chirping, and xylophones highlight the EP, which I can’t wait to fall asleep to soon.

All kinds of streaks involved on Sunday. When Nadal beat Federer in four sets in the French final, it ended and extended a bunch of runs. Since it’s just clay, it didn’t really feel like a changing of the guard in anyway, especially given how much Federer sucked. It’s a good story, and certainly makes for future excitement, assuming Nadal can accomplish anything on grass or hard surfaces.
-Extended Nadal’s clay win streak to 60
Since the Publick House was packed, we crossed the street to the Washington Square Tavern, where at least we were seated immediately. The place is basically a bar attached to some semi-dieval room slapped by modern art.
So this weekend, we went to the 
Angola Has White People
