Dipped-down, stripped-put, dirty, dirty methane blues pumped up on gasoline and cooled over with sun-sweetened amphetamines, The Picturebooks are the band you want when your teeth are sore and your mind his hungry for the narcotic future or, you know, you’re just so fucking blisteringly hungover nothing makes sense in life but a stringy howl and a slow, steady beat and the sickly slide of a pin bed.
Good shit for bad parties, man and there’s not a damn party worse than Sundays no matter what side of the wagon you wake up on.
Unless, I guess you have Christ in your life and these wild boys just might.
Drive on, “PCH Diamond”:
The Picturebooks play Sunday, 6.7 at 12:15pm on the Honda Stage.