Summer Twins were the perfect decompression for a midday show. The quartet created perfectly breezy beach pop, even lighter than Best Coast, plucked directly from the early '60s, off the California coast. The twins' harmonies were tight and lovely, and the jangle floated off the instruments, making the stuffy quarters of Trailer Space Records feel even warmer than it already did. It was music that doesn't hit hard or truly stick, but occasionally a simple pop song is the best, and Summer Twins were just that.
Fletcher C. Johnson @ Trailer Space Records
Fletcher C. Johnson, on the other hand, was a roaring blast out of nowhere. For the 20 minutes Johnson was on stage (or what tiny component existed in Trailer Space), he banged out hook filled after hook filled blast of old school garage rock that was of the highest quality. Akin to the high tuned, power-pop infused bliss that his buddy King Tuff makes (right down to the falsetto in the vocals), Johnson & co. were just on fire during their performance, with Johnson literally bouncing up and down during his songs from excitement. They were off course sloppy to a certain degree like any garage band worth their strips, but they played with such conviction that it didn't matter; it was pure, catchy-as-hell, garage bliss, and I loved every minute of it.
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