who: tiny victories.
sounds like: an array of gadgets, samplers and live drums all jostling together like oddly attractive, irregular shaped molars in your mouth.
why we love them: some kids lose their keys over the weekend. they lose their flunking minds.
most likely to say: your mind’s not a prison - it’s a prism. like a pellin broca prism, with four sides, 'cause you can be so god damn square sometimes.
something to ponder: they don’t have ‘breakdowns’ in brooklyn, dummy, they have ‘serious shakedowns’ and everyone gets an invite.
[aine herlihy]
