I remember seeing quirky indie popsters, Luna, perform their last show to a sold-out Chicago crowd back in February 2005. Formed from the ashes of the dreamy rockers Galaxie 500, and nearly 13 years in, the band never sounded better with its quick-wit suttle guitar jams, led by frontman Dean Wareham and his soon-to-be wife Britta Phillips (aka cartoon rock star, Jem). Great thing about Luna is Wareham's ability to express and twist a simple situation into a comedic manner, while still building upon layer of guitar into a smooth crescendo. Their second album, Bewitched, was by no means a sophmore slump; songs like "California (All the Way) and "Tiger Lily" showcase Wareham's softer shade of bluesy rock with its icy, cool flair for funnies. Either way, any album, Luna delivers with its honest homage to indie intellect and righteousness to rock, and of course, differently and sarcasticly at best.
I was struck by a sudden luna craving after not hearing them for 5 years. Thanks for paying respects and scratching that itch.
Posted by: lilly | Thursday, May 20, 2010 at 12:59 AM