This just popped up on my playlist, so I thought I'd share it.
Icehouse was one of those Australian bands (well, it was actually Iva Davies and back-up) that I got interested in a few years ago. This particular song I first heard over the sound system at a bar I used to hang out at. After a few times, I finally asked the bartender what it was, and went out and got the album the next day. It's a pretty good album.
As a matter of fact, I picked up two of their albums, Man of Colours and Great Southern Land (the "best of" album -- the "Southern Land" is Australia, in case you were wondering), and sure enough, I reviewed both of them.
You have to admit, this song is kind of hypnotic -- seductive, even.
Icehouse was one of those Australian bands (well, it was actually Iva Davies and back-up) that I got interested in a few years ago. This particular song I first heard over the sound system at a bar I used to hang out at. After a few times, I finally asked the bartender what it was, and went out and got the album the next day. It's a pretty good album.
As a matter of fact, I picked up two of their albums, Man of Colours and Great Southern Land (the "best of" album -- the "Southern Land" is Australia, in case you were wondering), and sure enough, I reviewed both of them.
You have to admit, this song is kind of hypnotic -- seductive, even.
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