The title of New York duo Frog‘s second album isn’t exactly one that inspires courage in itself, but we’re willing to bet it’s more of an ironic dig at the transience of that’s come to make up a large portion of the lo-fi genre, at least in its current form. Fortunately, what Kind of Blahdoesn’t want for, is substance. Where similar bands will strive for their music to be ephemeral or even transcendent, Frog are interested in nostalgia, in providing you with memories of experiences that aren’t yours, and in making you pine for romances you’ve never had.
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