Following my post of this L.A. Free Music Society-related art pop band's third album "Big Holes!" a little while back, here's their second missive from a year earlier. I'd previously bemoaned the fact that, unlike some of the other L.A.F.M.S. related bands of a rock disposition (Human Hands and Bpeople to name a couple), Gothic Hut have never really gotten their due. That this particular album featured a title more apropos for a group like Nashville Pussy might have had a bit to do with that, which is a pity, as this is another gem of subtly skewed low key pop smarts of a strangely narcotized demeanor, with Rick Potts' (Human Hands, Steaming Coils, Le Forte Four, Solid Eye etc.) impish sensibility lending the proceedings a subtly cockeyed air that'd be easy to overlook if you weren't paying close attention, their unprepossesing demeanor managing to creatively couch idiosyncracy inside that which superficially seems straightforward.
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