Wyatt Blair, Adult Books
2220 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA, 90057
Doors 9:00 PM / Show 9:30 PM
This event is 21 and over
Watch & Listen
Summer Twins are sisters Chelsea and Justine Brown. They write dreampop and rock ‘n roll songs with a touch of California sun. Born and raised in Riverside, Ca, the two decided they wanted to start a band from a young age. Inspired by their dad’s old rock ‘n roll records, Chelsea picked up the guitar, Justine taught herself to play drums, and they played in an all-girl band throughout their teens. They formed Summer Twins in 2008, with a focus on singing pop harmonies atop garage rock inspired by the ’50s and ’60s. Now in their early twenties, Summer Twins play live with Alan Olney on guitar and Michael Rey Villavicencio on bass.
"Each repeat listen to the California dream-pop duo’s lazy, hazy, crazy debut adds another layer of shimmering, pink pleasure. Sisters Chelsea and Justine Brown quickly start to sound like a band you’ve had in your collection for years – and it’s more than simple 90s nostalgia for a brand of pop ala The Cardigans that the Summer Twins wholly embrace." -Impose Magazine
"Just some damn sunny pop with a nice dusting of melancholy that begs to be on your headphones and walked around the city." -Raven Sings the Blues
"...a sound that is both nostalgic and timeless" - Get Bent
The sonic clouds above Wyatt Blair's song writting are wrapped in a bright orange wool blanket of shrinking guitar haze. He plucks and burns at his defensively crucial crossroads, then merrily shrugs goodbye to us while we approach each song’s conclusion. A tasteful triumph to book end his anthems of love and mystery in unsung bleeding wrist scabs. His science is alarmingly innocent from track to track, each one allowing itself the ability to guiltlessly discern Mr. Blair’s desires for affection. Desires that prove time and time again deserve unrattling.Wyatt Blair is a blessing and a curse. He’s a man and a myth in the dramatically and hopelessly Shakespearian sense. A songwriter whose voice deserves to be famed. Whose twinkling veins are due for their close up. Who should be sung by farmers and car washes and gold fish. By anyone with lips and a chest cavity.