Bethany Consantino makes music in Pocahaunted, droning in and out of consciousness over the course of 15 minute glittery desert jams. It’s difficult to dig if you don’t have the patience, which kinda sucks because they pay off after the weighty journey through their sprawling soundscapes. LUCKILY for those who prefer their tracks below the quarter-hour mark, she’s got a new project, Best Coast (West Coast, fyi). And I know I’ve got to stop talking about weed with these summery bands but this in particular has a green sheen covering its sunny disposition. The vast drone of Pocahaunted is gone, and instead we’ve got grungey 2 to 3 minute songs about getting high, boys and other tribulations that come hand in hand with the sunset glamour of L.A. It’s palm trees and its dirt-cheap motels, smoking in the lobby while you wait for your boyfriend to pick you up and take you to the drive-in cinema, then maybe beaching by sundown. She just sold out of her limited run cassettes of debut tape Where The Boys Are, and rightfully so. Its a smoked-out, grunge-filled Vivian Girls daydream that swaps the 60’s harmony for 90’s bemoaning. PRETTY FKN AWESOME.
