When Homer talked about "young Dawn with her rose-red fingers," in the Odyssey, he was probably putting down for the ages the oral tradition of the Greeks passed on for hundreds of years through lyrical phrases set to a kind of primeval music. So it seems as only fitting that some band would come along to likewise borrow some strands from an older era and put them side-by-side with modern elements in a way to make it all resonate with a vibrant creativity. Fingers of the Sun from Denver does exactly that. This lively sextet takes classic pop structures and warps the lines with psychedelic flourishes while grounding it all with impeccable four-part harmonies. Built on the ruins of the indie pop band The Pseudo Dates, this group picked up where the Pseudos left off and turned into a more sonically ambitious outfit lead by the talented songwriting team of Nathan Brasil and Suzi Allegra. Musically, this charming bunch of rapscallions are the descendents of Arthur Lee, Syd Barrett, Ray Davies and Anton Newcombe. But instead of mimicking their artistic forebears, Fingers of the Sun are forging something their own by truly crafting material almost in reaction to how sloppy so much songwriting of the present seems to be. If indeed Fingers of the Sun is indirectly named after the goddess Aurora, it's fitting enough for a kind of music that has elements of the familiar but always feels like something new

Close your eyes. Picture the biggest tree you've ever seen. And there's a hole in the bottom of that tree. You climb through the hole to the other side of the tree and find your best friends in the whole world gathered around. There's a bubbling creek, there are birds chirping, and the scent of spring is in the air. As you ponder what you would name this event..... Blam!!!! 35 mile-an-hour-bears and TWO TONE WOLF PACK