Combining the atmosphere of an old spaghetti-western film with psychedelic rock, Spindrift walked the crowd at Pop’s through a hazy daydream of gun duels and ghost-towns. With very few vocals, save for sparse narration, woo’s and yehaw’s, and a Native American-esqe chant, the band let their distorted twangy guitars, spacey keyboards, and sauntering beat carry their sound. (more…)
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