It's unlikely they'll ever catch the tagger who dared deface the Hipster Shrine to Suspiciously Fallen Indie Guitar Idol Elliott Smith with a thick stream of drooling robin's-egg-blue paint. (Seriously—what the fuck did he use, a modified leafblower?) Well listen here, NOSE, or MUSE, or whatever your name is: Having chosen to befoul a sacred Silver Lake burial ground, prepare now to live out the remainder of your days tormented by a thousand shoegazing spirits. You'll find yourself wishing you hadn't bluewashed over hundreds of goodbye poems once you find yourself visited every night by their infinitely-looping rendition of the "Miss Misery" chorus.

• Blue [Montecito Heights, Above the City via CurbedLA]

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