Spring has arrived, and with it light jackets, lime-infused ales, and impromptu taco cookouts.
Here in Chicago, the sun's return is met with appropriately orgiastic pagan ecstasy after the blighted winter months have all but crushed our spirits.
In short, it's time to bask in the Sound of Rimini*. It's the musical equivalent of wine cooler.
I understand that in a way this is terrible. Kasso's tropical, light-disco chiller wouldn't sound out place bumping out of the department store speakers in the khaki-and-teal aisles of Ross Dress For Less. Nor would it jar you out of an afternoon reverie as you sit in a hot minivan back seat after a day of water-sliding the public pool. That's why it's great. It's the sound of mellow nostalgia, all wrapped up in a time capsule of TV-theme pianos and swaying palm fronds.
Here's some more deliciously sun-dazed Kasso.
There's just something about a white piano on a beach.
*Rimini is a resort town on Italy's Adriatic coast. We Italo like that.
