Bloody hell, Colleen Green is perfect.
Fuzzy, buzzed grungy power pop.
I read the pitchfork review of her third album, I Want to Grow Up, and downloaded it. Opening cut, “I Want to Grow Up” is a cool song. After that, the other nine songs just drift on by.
I wish Colleen would find a time-machine and go back to 1999 and be my friend.
Colleen Green is the 30-year-old and no band. Just her, guitar, drum machine. I’d imagine like, a fuzz pedal maybe.
Talking to LA Weekly, Green says her new record “(is) a culmination of things I’ve been thinking about for the past five years. It’s about disease, health and being able to move on from things that are devastating in your life.”
She talks about the trappings of getting a bunch of buzz around her art, “What if you become an asshole? It’s a scary thought.”
No way man. (fuck, I don’t know, maybe? I’ve never met her)
Go with yourself.
The Morning After 
[…] show featured a song from Colleen Green called “Wild One.” I loved her 2015 record I Want To Grow Up. When I heard “Wild One” my ears perked up…wait, I think it was during a sex […]