The Mother Hips "White Hills"

I once saw The Mother Hips open for neo-hippie noodle band God Street Wine (possibly, nay, probably under the influence of somthing that impairs judgement) back in the early 90s. They easily stole the show, and have stolen it a good many more times over the years on some great opening-slot tours. I was elated when they broke their hiatus recently with their latest full-length Kiss The Crystal Flake. Like their other work, it certainly nods to their stony Chico, CA roots, but has a definitivie indie rock vibe that drives it past their patchouli-soaked counterparts. It really grooves. Check out "White Hills" by The Mother Hips

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