Pink Lady Lemonade is the only new-to-me band discovery I’ve made all year that had any sort of lasting effect. The band had piqued my interest many a year ago, while shopping at a.k.a. music in Center City. The proprietor there would write all sorts of colorful descriptions of interesting music in Sharpie on the shrink wrap of the CDs. I gleaned from those notes that Acid Mothers Temple were some sort of Japanoise experimental outfit of possible interest to Boredoms fans like myself.
I happened to notice one of their titles lying around the record spot, so I picked it up for two bucks. Boom. Instant classic guitar freakout in the spirit of Jimi Hendrix.