BAND OF THE WEEK: THE BLONDI’S SALVATION

We’ve long resisted searching for salvation within the confines of a church – but this was before we found The Blondi’s Salvation preaching their electric gospel from inside The French Reverb Church.

We know precious little about the doctrine of this Church, nor of the gospel from which The Blondi’s Salvation are reading. Still, based on the repeated study of the provided hymnal, we remain confident in our conclusion that this Church is more happening, wildly less cracked and corrupt, and certainly in possession of a much, much better record collection than most others offering an avenue toward salvation.

Download “Open Your Third Eye” by The Blondi’s Salvation

Maybe we’re skeptical of salvation. Maybe there’s nothing more to salvation than our search to find it – maybe being a recusant is its own reward. Maybe we’re too busy trying to tie this “Band of the Week” to the slick salvation we’ve mentioned in recent weeks past.

Maybe. But maybe we’re open to the salvation offered by The Blondi’s Salvation, open to the sonic scripture made real by jeunes prédicateurs français de salut psychédéliques. When salvation comes with guitars, steady beats, far-out Farfisa flourishes and reverb, reverb, reverb, reverb, there’s no maybe about it – we’re willing supplicants. When salvation comes with the call to open our third eye in a manner we can only describe as Hicks-ian, we’re willing to wash our robes in the blood of the sound.

The Blondi’s Salvation at The French Reverb Church

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.” – Walt “White Hills” Whitman