The Story
Who can be trusted to channel that sorta cigarette danglin' between the lips, worn denim jacket, wind swept hair, retro cool while their walkin' like some atom-brained, circuit-hearted detached android? The answer is here: the Lipschitz, a coupla Georgian expats who've come to Chicago serve a potent mix of that Dead Moon Americana, that snotty OC surf-punk, and what I'm sure Reatards fans THINK they're listening to.
Description
Who can be trusted to channel that sorta cigarette danglin' between the lips, worn denim jacket, wind swept hair, retro cool while their walkin' like some atom-brained, circuit-hearted detached android? The answer is here: the Lipschitz, a coupla Georgian expats who've come to Chicago serve a potent mix of that Dead Moon Americana, that snotty OC surf-punk, and what I'm sure Reatards fans THINK they're listening to.
