Have you seen the cards where there’s an old picture of like a woman on an old rotary phone, and then on the inside there’s some snarky comment about another woman not bringing jello salad to the party? I love those things. Dead Models have pictures on their MySpace that remind me of those cards: all sepia and 1960’s.
And then, when I hear their music, it sounds exactly the same way. It’s not a dusty, Americana sounding track like M. Ward’s vision of the past. It’s more a surf rock, shimmery vision, like an old Annette Funicello movie.
Dead Models is from London, far from the beach party movies that their music recalls. But they obviously have a pretty firm handle on the sunshine. Moondoggie would dig it.
Dead Models – Rosy (mp3)