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Danava
If 3-foot-tall green plastic bongs could grow long hair and mustaches and had little arms made out of smoke to play super-rockin’ electric guitars with, then they would be in Danava. I want to sit on the floor and stare at my favorite scary-mushroom blacklight posters and piss off my neighbors by playing the Danava’s self-titled EP really loud. It’s those heavy layers of synth and guitar that I like, not to mention the bright energy of the building and the breaking-open of raw, wailing melodies and pulsing rhythms. And the vocals sound like they’re hidden somewhere in the sky.
Published 2006.