Blisses B
Montevideo
Blisses B is one of the few bands I can remember keeping an active relationship with over the last six years of SYFFALing. While I've been completely honest with them about which of their tunes I want to erotically and slow motion break windows to, and which ones make me afraid for our future on earf, they don't take my tastes to heart and we can openly communicate about what makes us move like good ol' bros.
It's almost like we're part of a fucking community of music lovers or some shit.
It's like San Francisco, but on the internet.
If you're from San Francisco, which I am not, (although I pay similar taxes in Kendall County, Illinois) you might be noticing that all the venues are closing. Whether it's because people can't make a living in a rock and roll movie anymore, or white people want to open more boutique burlesque themed by-the-scoop tea shops, or to get back at the young hip generation the formerly hip generation is raising rents just to shove their dicks in peoples' ears, Blisses B are staying put.
And why?
Because listen to that fucking guitar on top of that bass guitar work, it's titillation come fucking alive.
It's like, there's this riff. And this riff is a long haired blonde boy, and he's a junior in riff high school for riffs. Well, riff has had a rough go of life as a riff, and he just got ungrounded and his boy bass riff just picked him up and dude's exited to be finally free. So he does what any blonde riff does, he laughs at his freedom and celebrates by sticking his head out of a moving jeep with the top down as they head towards the ALL RIFFS WELCOME beach bro.
Oh, in case you hadn't knownz, that's what Blisses B music sounds like, aw da thyme.