I never know what to expect from Brett Rosenberg’s undertaking, Quichenight. It’s got a 70′s influence with a little tongue-in-cheek humor and a, seemingly sincere, floaty chorus. Which is the real Quichenight? The melancholy choral narrator or the gruff “on the hunt†sexpot voice in the verse? The world may never know but we may find out on the forthcoming Quichenight VII.
