fool’s gold by daiana feuer – more photos below
Stream: Fool’s Gold “Surprise Hotel”
Whether Fool’s Gold sings about the earth, honey, or how meshuggah you are, the music takes effect in the body’s lovehandles. Suddenly, the pelvis and ribcage start a furious ping-pong match against each other. Of all Fool’s Gold’s residency nights this month, ‘twas the eve of April 13 that rocked the most. Of course, the band filled their dates at the Echo with cream-of-the-crop performers—Daedelus blows minds as often as most people blow their noses. But on April’s second Monday, Glasser, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes, and Sweaters, took shape on stage in all their wings and chest hair glory. This happened to be the night of L.A. RECORD’s issue release soiree at Cha Cha Lounge. But, here we were with Glasser, featured this issue bathed in sunlight surrounded by L.A. wilderness—forsaking beers with the bros to impress rhythm on the minds of those interested in taking it in. Her black dress was lined with silk, colorful, flying-squirrel wings, and she danced to her personal drum with an entire band. E. And The Zeroes later came on in desert attire. Blue and green lights tinting the band’s skin stands out more in memory than their precise outfits. The band crawled on its knees, and rocked back and forth with so much joy that anyone feeling a bit goth today would have vomited flowers. Pairing these bands with a natural trajectory to getting loose worked wonders upon the bohemians.