One of favourite things is opening a CD case and discovering something that's not a CD. As long as it's not, you know, poop or something. So we were really happy to rediscover the toothpick tucked into this Dino Martinis' release.
Last time we posted about the Dino Martinis, we mentioned that their jump blues sound makes us want to go for a cocktail at Ming; with Ming closed, we're not sure what their spiritual successor is - Milk Tiger, maybe?
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