Morning Dew
April 6, 1982
The Spectrum
the peak of a special Philly night, TO1 tease and all. Washes over you with the force of reprimanding from a cruel Pacific, the depth of sonic ascension from their seasoned brew. Cardamom and fresh papaya may whisk you past cyclone cones of infinite ceiling fans swirling remnants of shacks and pig shit into the kansas sky to a frontier activated by the apocalypse of war. The displaced are strewn. Kamikaze approach to tiger firebombing with hammond b3 fanning. hits the spot for any era of dew lover's deluxe. Punchy where you need a boost, bursting out to new spheres of punishing arena rock, tender and fluttery where you need spiritual repose. Truly hits the boxes. Bravo garcia. We could have prevented this slippery dumpster fire of world with compassion. Crispy pastry shells with spicy lava chocolate insides, fluid and unlimited dew.