That’s not to say there weren’t other stellar moments. Sons of Hippies put heart, soul and groin into one of the best, if not the best, all-out song performances of the tribute with a good-’n’-dirty take of Abbey Road’s raspy rocker I Want You. Katherine Kelly’s searing vocal brought the temperature up a few notches as bassist Michael Mok nimbly delivered the tune’s signature bouncy bass lines.

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"Sons of Hippies turned heads, with drummer Jonas Canales locking into the swing of “I Want You” and the band going manic on “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey” (a sublime and unexpected choice)." Eric Snider- music critic.

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Best Modern-Sounding Record
Sons of Hippies
Up from the ashes of Sarasota’s Nous Rapport came Sons of Hippies, who have carved out a gaping niche in Tampa Bay by playing hot alt-rockin’ sets at Crowbar, New World Brewery, Skipper’s Smokehouse and even St. Pete’s Emerald Bar and Star Booty. They also put out this year’s most original release, Warriors of the Light, which culls from influences ranging from MGMT to Siouxsie and the Banshees to PJ Harvey and Radiohead.

By Creative Loafing Tampa.

Brothers & Sisters,

Sons of Hippies is honored to be named the "Best New Venture" in Creative Loafing's, "Best of the Suncoast 2008" edition. A huge "thank you" to the CL staff, and everyone who supports our project and vision. The full write-up is here:


BEST NOUS VENTURE

Earlier this year, former Nous Rapport frontwoman Kelly joined forces with percussionist Jonas Canales for a break from the crunchy, alt-garage aesthetic. The results are psychedelic bluster-in-progress, a mash-up of atmospheric guitar and synth: Check out the shoegazey, new-wave pop dream of "Suntan." Kelly's wry lyrical prowess and half-spoken, half-sung vocals remain front and center, but the Sons mark an organic throwback of an altogether different rock breed.

*Magnets*

I thought about it, I tried to make the silver bend.
Are we all dead or just frozen?
With all of us gone the light will be the only one living.
The forests will fade, we'll wonder why the seamstress made appropriate clothes and ashtrays.
The water will fall, a simple stream in which we bathe and after it all-

I want to be in love.
I want to be loud.
I want to be allowed.
I want to be alive.

Most of the time, the words will run without a rhyme and without the curse of bad grammar.
Like bullets, will fade and take the shape of hand grenades, amplified waves, and sledge hammers.

There was a heart.
There was a field and an open book.
A porcelain doll.
And stitches that took.

I want to be in love.
I want to be loud.
I want to be allowed.
I want to be alive.

After the sensory failure our angels and enemies are saying grace in circus trailers.
And we are all young, with tiny hands and open lungs - start it again!

*Blood & Wine*

Warrior, warrior, warrior - we are not here.
We are good luck. Stand clear.

For the first part, I was downtown. Was it good enough?

When you think you've lost control, getting high is getting low.
Then you take a look inside, all you see is blood and wine.

*Rose*

Have you heard about me and Rose?
She got style. She can see it all coming for us.
With the deadbeats down on the road, she said, "Hurry girl, get down low!"
She can see it all coming for us.
When it's good, it's so good. And baby when it's bad, get back!
In the dead of night, I'm listening to you now.

My eyes are beaming light, hot stars and autumn nights.
Whenever you want to.
Untie your worried head, mirrors will get you there.
Whenever you want to.

Have you heard about me and Jo? He got style.
He can see it all coming for us.
With a steady beat down on the floor, he said, "Hurry girl, get down low!"
He can see it all coming for us.

My eyes are beaming light, hot stars and autumn nights.
Whenever you want to.
Untie your worried head, mirrors will get you there.
Whenever you want to.
...I'm told that you can run.

*Hello Bass*

If we get caught, we can say, "What?" We were all there, hanging with the flock.
(Every time you walk away, you walk away, you walk away)
With parchment on our backs.
(Every time I see the sound, I see the sound I see the sound)
Like a heavyweight wrestler. Did you see the upstart tarred and feathered?
(Every time the sun arrives, the sun arrives, the sun arrives.)
I can see it now.
(Every time I see the clouds, I see the clouds, I see the clouds in your eyes)
If we stay too long everyone will know.

Speed is all the rage in Asia- where everyone is small.
Once you get up, then you get in, into their heads - man, it's thrilling!
I can see it now.
If we stay too long everyone will know.

The face of the Earth was overcooked and hollow.
The brains in our heads were infrared numbers.

*Get Down*

It's a common reaction in all of us.
Renegades, rock stars, and criminals.
We get down, we get down, we get down.

And when we get down - we gonna get up.
Gonna pass a bottle. Gonna drink up.
Look like lovers. Fast enough.
Gonna cast a shadow. Shake it on up.

WE'RE GONNA GET HIGHER.


*Given*

With outlaws who follow evident grace of solace. Further the cause, enlightened. Teaches us all of patience.
Wait. Please. Break. Breathe. A hard heart. Old needs.
Ahead of it. The wreck befits. The love belief. Crush. Creeds. Offend. Bleed. Speak. Plead.


*Don't Forget*

Hello, hello, hello. We were not there in 1960.
Walking home - below, the metro speeding metal copper races all around me.
On a balcony I threw a penny far across the cleanest Parisian streets.
And I was dusty, faded.

We were speaking with our hands across our eyes, insisting.
There is charm and mystery in every space from Tennessee to Tuscany.
We put our thumbs out on the desert streets and waited for monumental machinery.
And fast as bullets, rest.

Over traces, sober faces, intellectually interesting.
Cove and levy, razor-sharp machetes, polishing a relic that was ready for a following.
Are you bloody fucking serious?


*Cautionary Tale*

Oh, tends to react like sprained, cracked face.
The wrist of a robber, the father, the sewers, and the drains.
Oh, actually. Hurry, hurry!
Meet me in silence and fill up your pockets full of grain.
And never mind the rain.
All the good people, living a life with this holy ghost.
Who never lies, never lies, never rose.

Bellies and cranes. Again.
The look of a liar spread fire so quickly down the mains.
Crows. Windows. Ratios! Port holes. Snow.
Believe us. Defeat us. And split up that cocaine into veins.
And never mind the pain.
All the good people, living a life with this holy ghost.
Who never lies, never lies, never rose.

*Whatever We Spend*

Whatever we spend - the spirit is dying again.
Take care of it - the kids are trying again.
Love it - and freaks are following me. 
All over it - the kids are trying again.

If you're lost, turn around.
If you're lost, turn your god around.

*Animal Battle*

What's going on around here?
There was an ivory tusk, certain elements of fear.
In every space of the mind, dear.
You gonna get it right next time brother, I swear.

Unless you make your mind up-
The horror is gonna last.
Scraping up the colors of torrents past.
With only the one finger you've got left.

You said that without the use of your left hand, the empire would surely fall to a ruinous wreck.

There was a whole hive and spines, dear.
Behind the ottoman, Falstaff shakes the blinds clear.
Of all the constructs, I am mine, dear.
You gonna get it right next time sister, I swear.

Unless you make your mind up-
The horror is gonna last.
Scraping up the colors of torrents past.
With only the one finger you've got left.

You said that without the use of proper foresight, our land would crumble to pieces.

A debtor's prison. Action without reason. Porcelain sistemas. Answers.
Samples. Encuentro verguenza. Ladrones. Pistoles. Problemas de
controles. Orwellian solstice falling upon us.

*Spaceship Ride*

Lost, I speak in the mosque. Secrets.
Sky lights on - rages off. The regret.
States of grace and withdrawal call the cavalry in.
This time I bet you won't see it.

But you might sing it.
Turn your radio on!

Heavy days in the crawl, where Major Tom
Chases thought and then closes off. Minimal.
Every break of the law - a disgrace.
This time I bet you won't say it. 

But you might sing it.
Turn your radio on!

SEE BRIGHT RED.

*XXX*

Four times a day, five nights a week.
Characters, all, tear up my sleeves.
I'd like to breathe for centuries.
But he tied me up and stole my dreams.

Why can't you never say that!

Wallpaper was your horoscope.
And as your food, heliotropes.
I'd like to build a sea of boats.
We'll use our legs as rudders, no?