People with great record collections start great bands. When I say great record collections, I'm talking quality over quantity. And I'm talking wide ranging. Shannon and the Clams I assume have a stellar one. They're the types of folks who you could do the most heavenly of activities with, drink beer and listen to records. You get your all of your Shangri-Las and The Ronnettes, but throughout the night I bet you hear some Nobunny and Ty Segall. Don't be surprised if Divine's disco album gets a spin and a drunken singalong, either. Then there's Shannon's pipes. It sounds like a goddamned Patsy Cline fronting all the sleazy late 50's/early 60's sweetheart/babydoll rock 'n' roll.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Shannon and the Clams
People with great record collections start great bands. When I say great record collections, I'm talking quality over quantity. And I'm talking wide ranging. Shannon and the Clams I assume have a stellar one. They're the types of folks who you could do the most heavenly of activities with, drink beer and listen to records. You get your all of your Shangri-Las and The Ronnettes, but throughout the night I bet you hear some Nobunny and Ty Segall. Don't be surprised if Divine's disco album gets a spin and a drunken singalong, either. Then there's Shannon's pipes. It sounds like a goddamned Patsy Cline fronting all the sleazy late 50's/early 60's sweetheart/babydoll rock 'n' roll.
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