P Smoov and Rik Rude are at it again with the release of their first single "Hush" from their upcoming full length LP "Bossalona".
Hush is a sonic victory lap. It's an anthem for the big dreamers and the tenacious underdogs of the world. With a beat to knock your teeth out and battle cry lyrics "Hush" has Fresh Espresso soaring to new heights. "It's not a wish if it's happening."
Their new LP "Bossalona" is due out on Out For Stardom records this summer.
Be sure to catch Fresh Espresso performing at Neumos with Don't Talk to the Cops, White China Gold, and DJ 100proof on March 9th!!
I truly enjoy birthday parties. It's a chance for someone to be the most important person for a night with all of their closest loved ones. Some choose to throw a big party in their honor, others like to keep it low key, and a few just want to go out to a nice dinner celebrating their big day with their favorite people. I was fortunate enough to celebrate 
Our meal started with a truly Italian staple, bruschetta. Giant piles of diced tomatoes were falling all over the place as extra crunchy Texas Toast bread rounds tried to keep them at bay. I've never had bruschetta before that was literally just tomatoes and bread. The bread carved into the roof of my mouth with each bite, it was like chewing on rocks. I loaded up on salt and pepper yet none of this still had any flavor. It was as bland as the holy eucharist and we weren't even sitting in the famous 
Luckily for all of us, Buca has their own house wine served in oversized gallon bottles. Drink your heart out, Carlo Rossi. The drinking needed to continue and it needed to continue heavily. If I'm going to eat such shitty dog food, I'm at least going to be drunk as hell so I have a slight chance of enjoying it. The meal limped on with a dying caesar salad served in an actual bathtub. The romaine was wilted and the iceberg was lifeless. They were mashed and mixed together probably over a week ago. The dressing had settled in like soup and even the birds wouldn't eat the croutons. They had the same affect as the bruschetta bread as it cut their way through your gums and into your stomach. At least the little hints of blood dripping from the inside of my mouth added some gusto to an otherwise meaningless meal.
As the entrees arrived, I noticed that my second fork was missing. I'm pretty sure that one of my 5 servers took it away with the appetizers. I can't be too sure which one it was because they are all dressed in white on white outfits and they each carry exactly 9 straws and 12 pens. Why are there five servers anyway? Do we really need this many people to take our orders? I was told this was family style dining but I didn't know that it also included family style service. Four different people then delivered our rigatoni, chicken alfredo, and saltimbocca. The rigatoni was undercooked and completely covered in red pepper flakes. My guess is the chef accidentally knocked over his entire supply of it into our plate and said, "Fuck it." The chicken alfredo was decent but it had way too many peas in it and it left me desiring more. My final hope was the saltimbocca. 34 dollars for 6 small pieces of chicken wrapped in prosciutto?! I swear they just cut up one chicken breast in order to deceive us that this was a big dish. We each took one small bite of the dish and passed it on to the next person. My small bite was good, really good, and I yearned for more. This was the only edible portion of my meal and I was only allowed one measly bite!? All the food here is similar to the food any ordinary college roommate might make but the downside is they don't give you bong rips at the door to make everything taste better. I downed another glass of red and struggled through my remaining al dente rigatoni. 
Damn, this place sucks. For the past ten minutes they have been playing Indian music! Can you at least throw on some Pavarotti or Dean Martin 
