I have reached a point in my career as an obnoxious music whore where I am really done listening to mediocre indie pop that rides on kitschy lyrics and C-G-D chord progressions. This moment of total disenchantment struck me two weeks ago while listening to "Cape Cod Kwassa" again. I was sitting on the floor in front of the stereo with a fresh wave of nothing washing over my brain, when I found myself staring, eyes unfocused, bobbing my head around to the beat. When the song ended, I felt dumber, dismal, and ashamed.
In desperate need of musical resuscitation, I stumbled upon Citay. My friends, I was lost, and now I'm found because as it turns out, sometimes really good things do happen to music. A throwback to epic-heavy rockers of the ‘70s, San Francisco's Citay sounds like Pink Floyd as a church band or Led Zeppelin rolling in flowers. It's the gentle folk influence of pure rock that's experiencing a revival with groups like Black Mountain, and not a moment too soon. Viva la psychadelia.
Citay has come to set you free:
