I hate the Beach Boys. Like, loattthhheee them. And every time I've found myself "trapped" in a tanning bed at Accents on You, I've been reminded of this distaste because according to their radio station selections the ladies at Accents appear to love the music of this plushy "rock" era. Spending 10 minutes with the songs about cars and surfing wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't preceded by the unfriendly service of this small town salon (think Runaway Bride salon - lots n' lots of permanents rolling out of these doors). Eight times out of ten when you step in to "Accidents on You" -as the locals sometimes jokingly call... read full review
I hate the Beach Boys. Like, loattthhheee them. And every time I've found myself "trapped" in a tanning bed at Accents on You, I've been reminded of this distaste because according to their radio station selections the ladies at Accents appear to love the music of this plushy "rock" era. Spending 10 minutes with the songs about cars and surfing wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't preceded by the unfriendly service of this small town salon (think Runaway Bride salon - lots n' lots of permanents rolling out of these doors). Eight times out of ten when you step in to "Accidents on You" -as the locals sometimes jokingly call... read full review