Oddly enough, I didn't have to fall out my front door onto a hipster to find these lovely ladies. Thank goodness they were safe at home in Seattle, broadcasting their scuff knee'ed pretty vocals on NPR. Kinda like a diary from my early twenties: sugar sweet naivety meets kung fu. I like to ride my bike to it. Check out Shattered ("You cannot keep your pretty hands off me, no I won't sit nice and be quiet!") and Old Bikes ("Peddle, Peddle, chain and metal, you went riding with the devil!")PS They have a yummy yummy show coming up at Cake Shop on the 21st.
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