Angus Stone revels in his psychedelic haze. I just go along for the absentminded ride. You would think I'm stoner based on my musical choices. Not really. I just live vicariously through their mushroom musings without the smashing come down hangover.
"Don't need to worry you got this now No need to worry. His slow rolling cadence soothes me. Its like a gentle knock on my nervous door. He goes easily with the flow. He rides his own wave. Plus, he lobs out charming promises. "We can go anywhere you want to go baby. Let's just roll" Angus is my made up boyfriend. The George Glass of lost gentlemen sweethearts with a guitar on their back.
He has released his latest Smooth Black Cat which is ripe with lush riffs and lemon licks. I came on board the Angus train after hearing "Where do you Go" which is one of his heavier songs. It relies on brooding lyrical tidings and drum brushes. It cracked my cold heart in several pieces. I felt like does he know know how lost I am. He comes to the emotional rescue. "We gonna be alright now. Look my baby" After diving into other pieces of his insouciant musicality I realize this boy gets the dichotomy of life. Either way Angus/ George gets me. "You fumble for your keys." Every damn day.
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Amidst his baked mannerism, he is a polished musician. He relies on a plethora of decadent trippy resonances. Bongos, strings, a naughty bass line all slips in and out of his offerings. In "Where Do You Go" the keys rip the heart chords. He prays to the mushroom God. And that is just fine.
His solo project delves into hippie optimism. It rains sunshine. The art work associated with this tunes is magical. It's color filled with foxes and felines. Angus is the Smooth Big Cat we need to smooth the rough edges. I happily take that hit.
Bless the bliss
Let's Go.
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