IF you were at all involved with the blogosphere in 2k9 you would know that Grizzly Bear's Two Weeks was one of the most overplayed and overappreciated "Indie" single of the year. It was on some commercial (dunno which one anymore I hardly watch TV) and I even heard it in Lowe's one day.
But when Vecky was still a big deal and I was still baffled as to why, youtube brought to my attention a certain Will Sturgeon; Singer, songwriter, multi-instrument-master. (The link to his version of Two Weeks is in my list of links following this post.) After I watched his video perhaps six times, I decided to check out more of what he has done. I found, on bandcamp, his solo EP Geo Geo and then stumbled upon his group work and the main reason for this post; The Smiles.
The Smiles, though they name their genre "Tropical Punk," are a mix between Surfer Blood, Sufjan Stevens, Grizzly Bear, jj, and Vampire Weekend. In other words they understand the trend of "authentic" music in 2k9, but have not only added their own touches, they have raised the bar for vocalists in the genre.
To summarize; the lyrical genius and voices of both Will and John McGrath combine to form the first band of 2k10 that I would consider paying "my hard earned money" too. Please donate to the Kickstarter link if you want to hear more like i do.
LINKS
Will's Grizzy Cover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKIe0kA4nkw
Geo Geo Download: http://willsturgeon.bandcamp.com/
The Smiles EP so far: http://thesmiles.bandcamp.com/
Kicktarter for The Smile's Album: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/thesmiles/the-smiles-want-to-release-their-first-ep
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Sexual Harrassment Panda is Sexual.
DENT MAY is a self-styled pop showman and ukulele player from Taylor, Mississippi. Claiming influence in the sounds of Serge Gainsbourg and Lee Hazlewood, his music has a louche, timeless quality - a tongue-in-cheek plundering of the easy listening / music hall / C&W treasure trove. Signed to Animal Collective's Paw Tracks imprint late last year, Dent's first, Rusty Santos-produced album 'The Good Feeling Music of Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele' is out now, brimming with joyful paens to beautiful blondes, college stoners and gai Paris. One second his songs hint at Brazilian Tropicalia, the next a '50s barbershop quartet or an early 20th century country swing. By integrating his favorite pop music from around the world and writing about what is in front of him - his town, his friends, etc - Dent takes the "think global, buy local" motto to heart. He may just be one of the 21st century's first sustainable pop singers.
www.myspace.com/dentmay
SLUSHY GUTS is a deliberate stripping back to basics, a concerted effort to write a song one could whistle and an exercise in embracing fear. At once melodic and dissonant, poetic and honest, intimate and claustrophobic, Slushy Guts is awkward pop music, naked and uncomfortable, a bundle of subtle unease and a maze of contradictions, a too long sentence, a load of heartfelt non-sense. It tried to just be happy but got confused and came out kinda sad. The recent '5 Songs Forgotten Or Mum's Obviously Punked' CDR is available now through Chaos Vs Cosmos.
http://www.myspace.com/slushyguts
U.S. GIRLS is the moniker used by Philadelphia's Megan Remy. Megan Remy is a chanteuse from (perhaps) the future, guiding all who choose to sail on an evocative trip through her unique aural hallucinogenic landscapes. Like fellow DIY ingenues Sally Strobelight and Inca Ore, U.S. Girls' approach is deceptively ethereal and delightfully haunting - a lithe, lysergic gamma ray of keyboard murk beamed over percussive bonk that sort of resembles Diamanda Galas reinterpreting Suicide. New album 'Go Grey' is the second full-length release by U.S. Girls and proves to be an even more fully realized excursion into a hazy alternate universe where pop vocals and muzzy scree fuse in harmony. The album conjures up ambient aerosols while luminous kaleidoscopes of sound sizzle, peak, and explode. Her label Siltbreeze thinks U.S. Girls should be hailed as the Eno of the 23rd century and we agree whole-heartedly.
http://www.myspace.com/usgirlsss
www.myspace.com/dentmay
SLUSHY GUTS is a deliberate stripping back to basics, a concerted effort to write a song one could whistle and an exercise in embracing fear. At once melodic and dissonant, poetic and honest, intimate and claustrophobic, Slushy Guts is awkward pop music, naked and uncomfortable, a bundle of subtle unease and a maze of contradictions, a too long sentence, a load of heartfelt non-sense. It tried to just be happy but got confused and came out kinda sad. The recent '5 Songs Forgotten Or Mum's Obviously Punked' CDR is available now through Chaos Vs Cosmos.
http://www.myspace.com/slushyguts
U.S. GIRLS is the moniker used by Philadelphia's Megan Remy. Megan Remy is a chanteuse from (perhaps) the future, guiding all who choose to sail on an evocative trip through her unique aural hallucinogenic landscapes. Like fellow DIY ingenues Sally Strobelight and Inca Ore, U.S. Girls' approach is deceptively ethereal and delightfully haunting - a lithe, lysergic gamma ray of keyboard murk beamed over percussive bonk that sort of resembles Diamanda Galas reinterpreting Suicide. New album 'Go Grey' is the second full-length release by U.S. Girls and proves to be an even more fully realized excursion into a hazy alternate universe where pop vocals and muzzy scree fuse in harmony. The album conjures up ambient aerosols while luminous kaleidoscopes of sound sizzle, peak, and explode. Her label Siltbreeze thinks U.S. Girls should be hailed as the Eno of the 23rd century and we agree whole-heartedly.
http://www.myspace.com/usgirlsss
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Zeitgeist is a cool word.
GARY WAR is a mysterious upstart from Brooklyn who can conjure the ever-changing zeitgeist of psychedelia out of the ether. Playing with vast, sweeping echoes, softly sung lyrics, and infusing sonic textures through synth-driven overtures, Gary War takes us through the often banal sonics of the psychedelic form with a fresh take on what seems at first, an aggregate of the past couple of decades of drug-influenced music, and drops us dead center, at the doorstep to La La Land. His tonal insobriety, from one song to the next is a true sign of the times, where artists are driven to explore different avenues, melding genres, vocal styles and instrumentation to arrive somewhere new, all the while taking the listener along for the ride. Pulling from influences that hold as much up to Chrome as they do Syd Barret, Gary War is able to wrangle them from every corner, and he even covers The Alan Parsons Project without sounding misguided,or a late arriving hippie on a hotbox high. Gary War creates a sound that wisps through the knobby branches of the past and sumptuously uproots our notions of the boundaries of psychedelia. Gary War has albums available through two of our favourite record labels SHDWPLY and Sacred Bones and a forthcoming EP on Captured Tracks too.
www.myspace.com/garywargarywar
DAM MANTLE is the new electronic project from Glasgow's Tom Marshallsay. His songs fuse disparate elements such as icy pulses and fluxing sublines, skipping melodies and broken vocalisations into a greater semblance which makes devastating sense. As informed by Omar Souleyman as much as Hudson Mohawke, Dam Mantle takes the abstract and turns it inside out, making music which evolves. In a live scenario Tom recruits the odd friend to help out and for most shows he'll have a totally new set to play also - if you see him exciting times await. www.myspace.com/porcelainpoems
www.myspace.com/garywargarywar
DAM MANTLE is the new electronic project from Glasgow's Tom Marshallsay. His songs fuse disparate elements such as icy pulses and fluxing sublines, skipping melodies and broken vocalisations into a greater semblance which makes devastating sense. As informed by Omar Souleyman as much as Hudson Mohawke, Dam Mantle takes the abstract and turns it inside out, making music which evolves. In a live scenario Tom recruits the odd friend to help out and for most shows he'll have a totally new set to play also - if you see him exciting times await. www.myspace.com/porcelainpoems
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I Hate Owl City.
BIRD NAMES are a perfectly off-centre pop band from Chicago. Their songs are often ragged and experimental whilst remaining inventive and catchy. Characterised by a kaleidoscopic approach to songwriting, Bird Names mix together a world of ideas, instruments and musical styles into a sound full of personality. Sing-along waltzes can walk hand-in-hand with ad hoc scrambled guitar lines yet some semblance of balance is always held on to. Officially the band's fifth full-length album 'Sings The Browns' released on Upset The Rhythm is typical in its scope. Escaping the acute lo-fidelity of previous efforts this record takes you to places which you never see coming. It is a sky's the limit album scribbled in loose, intuitive musicianship, reinforced by an ethos of radical unconscious play.
www.myspace.com/birdnames
LEVENSHULME BICYCLE ORCHESTRA operate in an as yet undefined area between intuitive ritualised theatrical performance and shared collective improvising of songscapes using voice, bicycle, bass, synth and whatever other junk comes to hand. Unrelentingly experimental, their performances are visual and theatrical as much musical, embodying an almost Dadaist approach to spontaneous creativity which is child-like in its exuberance, playfulness and wandering sense of purpose. LBO have a new album released in January through Concrete Moniker and a few other releases courtesy of Lost Frog Records and Ikusiuus too.
www.levenshulmebicycleorchestra.com
PLEASE are Keebie (Cleckhuddersfax, Poltergroom), Michael and Rowland from London. Delectable offerings of riff and boogie in divine freakbeat equilibrium. Elements of the freakbeat sound include strong, direct drum beats, loud and frenzied guitar riffs, and extreme effects such as fuzztone, flanging, distortion and compression or phasing. Progressive Eastern scales tweaking through pomp rock anthems provide immediacy amongst short swathes of psychedelia.
www.myspace.com/pleees
In other news I also just made a mixtape for my awesome friends at 20 Jazz Funk Greats here:
http://www.20jazzfunkgreats.co.uk/wordpress/2010/01/13/fountains-of-rad/
www.myspace.com/birdnames
LEVENSHULME BICYCLE ORCHESTRA operate in an as yet undefined area between intuitive ritualised theatrical performance and shared collective improvising of songscapes using voice, bicycle, bass, synth and whatever other junk comes to hand. Unrelentingly experimental, their performances are visual and theatrical as much musical, embodying an almost Dadaist approach to spontaneous creativity which is child-like in its exuberance, playfulness and wandering sense of purpose. LBO have a new album released in January through Concrete Moniker and a few other releases courtesy of Lost Frog Records and Ikusiuus too.
www.levenshulmebicycleorchestra.com
PLEASE are Keebie (Cleckhuddersfax, Poltergroom), Michael and Rowland from London. Delectable offerings of riff and boogie in divine freakbeat equilibrium. Elements of the freakbeat sound include strong, direct drum beats, loud and frenzied guitar riffs, and extreme effects such as fuzztone, flanging, distortion and compression or phasing. Progressive Eastern scales tweaking through pomp rock anthems provide immediacy amongst short swathes of psychedelia.
www.myspace.com/pleees
In other news I also just made a mixtape for my awesome friends at 20 Jazz Funk Greats here:
http://www.20jazzfunkgreats.co.uk/wordpress/2010/01/13/fountains-of-rad/
Monday, January 25, 2010
Its been a while. I've been playing a bunch of shows and listening to a lot of music...but here we go.
VIVIAN GIRLS are the seven sisters who feature in Henry Darger's fantasy epic "The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion". They're also a brilliant female trio of Brooklynites who make surfed-out noise with a raw, fun edge recalling as much 60s girl groups as The Ramones. With their debut 7-inch 'Wild Eyes on their very own Plays With Dolls Records having already sent waves of panic and adoration to the outer limits of the underground pop contingent, the Girls have become the newest breakout sirens of the New York loft brigade. Within seconds of hearing their seductive three-part vocal harmonies lushly interwoven with chest-pounding waves of beautiful feedback, it's obvious that their songs are hard to resist, especially if you find yourself keen on the mid-80s trifecta of The Jesus & Mary Chain, The Vaselines and the Shop Assistants. Their self-titled debut album and darker sophomore record 'Everything Goes Wrong' are both available now through In The Red.
www.myspace.com/viviangirlsnyc
MALE BONDING is the on-the-spot party project from Kevin Hendrick and John Webb of Pre-history, sharing vocal duties and trading guitar and bass shimmer and bounce, with the addition of heavy hitting Robin Silas Christian on the cans and cowbell. The result is super tight, super tribal, echo-blown popcore. Male Bonding have toured the UK with Vivian Girls and played shows with Lovvers, HEALTH, Fucked Up, Graffiti Island, Mika Miko, These Are Powers, Nisennenmondai, Magik Markers, and Finally Punk amongst others. After a number of split singles, including the brilliant new 7" with Cold Pumas on Faux Disc, Male Bonding have now finished a debut LP for Sub Pop inbetween taking turns on the dreamcatcher.
www.myspace.com/malebonding
TRASH KIT are a gang of facepainted flag-bearers who have a wild feel for melody and a heartfelt kick inside each song. Mixing chaos, considered songcraft and overlapping harmonies in equal measure, the female trio sound as joyful as they are focussed. Rachel Aggs, Rachel Horwood and Ros Murray formed the band in early 2009, and since then have been lighting up London, energising the UK underground with their raw performances. There's a stripped back quality to their music that packs the bravest of punches. Both Rachels tangle their vocals with each other whilst expressive drumbeats and impulsive guitar and bass lines pin down the songs. Trash Kit sound both urbane and primal, drawing on the potential of punk and the naturalism of an internal folk music and as a result sound like nothing else. The band's self-titled debut album will be released on CD/LP through Upset The Rhythm in March.
www.myspace.com/trashkit
www.myspace.com/viviangirlsnyc
MALE BONDING is the on-the-spot party project from Kevin Hendrick and John Webb of Pre-history, sharing vocal duties and trading guitar and bass shimmer and bounce, with the addition of heavy hitting Robin Silas Christian on the cans and cowbell. The result is super tight, super tribal, echo-blown popcore. Male Bonding have toured the UK with Vivian Girls and played shows with Lovvers, HEALTH, Fucked Up, Graffiti Island, Mika Miko, These Are Powers, Nisennenmondai, Magik Markers, and Finally Punk amongst others. After a number of split singles, including the brilliant new 7" with Cold Pumas on Faux Disc, Male Bonding have now finished a debut LP for Sub Pop inbetween taking turns on the dreamcatcher.
www.myspace.com/malebonding
TRASH KIT are a gang of facepainted flag-bearers who have a wild feel for melody and a heartfelt kick inside each song. Mixing chaos, considered songcraft and overlapping harmonies in equal measure, the female trio sound as joyful as they are focussed. Rachel Aggs, Rachel Horwood and Ros Murray formed the band in early 2009, and since then have been lighting up London, energising the UK underground with their raw performances. There's a stripped back quality to their music that packs the bravest of punches. Both Rachels tangle their vocals with each other whilst expressive drumbeats and impulsive guitar and bass lines pin down the songs. Trash Kit sound both urbane and primal, drawing on the potential of punk and the naturalism of an internal folk music and as a result sound like nothing else. The band's self-titled debut album will be released on CD/LP through Upset The Rhythm in March.
www.myspace.com/trashkit
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
bored of reading my ill-worded, unreliable, and irregular posts yet? I am.
today sucked hardcore. so i came home and did what i do best: moped. of course, in the midst of all this self-imposed solitude, i played good music at high volume through my 15's. I created an album playlist that will shake the foundations of your world, i'll swear to any god you want that it will. So without further tooting of my personal horn and my music taste;
1. It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright - mewithoutYou
2. Sung Tongs - Animal Collective
3. They Threw Us All In a Trench And Built A Monument On Top - Liars
4. I'm Wide Awake It's Morning - Bright Eyes
5. Pocket Symphonies for Lonesome Subway Cars - Casiotone For the Painfully Alone
6. Apple O' - Deerhoof
7. Saturdays=Youth - M83
8. Elevator - Hot Hot Heat
Now let me explain why this is the best album list ever. if you have time to listen to them in order (about 5.5 hours worth of listening) then you will find that the albums will take you over the proverbial roller coaster of those things called "feelings" that not many of us have actually experienced.
So: a tour? That can be arranged.
mewithoutYou starts us off subdued and softly depressing, though muted happiness and optimism shine through the cracks in this album, and the slow ending that is "Allah Allah Allah" blends perfectly into the opening of Sung Tongs.
Sung Tongs begins slowly, building up to that yelping, frenzied cacophony of noise that marks any good AC album, but it's energy contrasts nicely with the slow simmer of Liars' best effort: Trench.
Trench is almost a monotone, bringing down any "feelings" Sung Tongs fired in your chest, but still ends us strong and transitions beautifully into the spoken intro of I'm Wide Awake.
I'm Wide Awake is Bright Eyes, re-imagined. Its ingenious opening almost matches the style of Liars, however it also begins the downward emotional spiral that is this album. It always leaves me feeling despondent but warm, as though I'd swallowed a painless, slow poison at 84 after a long and riotous life. Casiotone's atmosphere is only marginally better, but the way the two albums merge is so beautiful it makes me cry.
Pocket Symphonies boils us down to the lowest point of the whole list; that deepest blackest point where we see ourselves plainly and realize that whatever we feel doesn't matter anymore, life is beautiful yet heartbreakingly sad. Imagine the last four chapters of "The Amber Spyglass" set to melody and drenched in tears of sadness mingling with those of joy.
Apple O' is just pure Deerhoof at the top of their game, and the jarring change between Casiotone and Deerhoof is such a shock that the aftereffects of Pocket Symohonies almost become a laugh, and the post-ironic beauty of Apple O' solidifies into a foundation upon which the staircase out of this well that Casiotone dropped us in can be built on.
Saturdays=Youth, if we were to continue with our staircase analogy, is like the slow walk up into the light, spiraling around thousands and thousands of times, going up with every step but only slowly progressing. By the time the album ends and Elevator opens, any last shreds of sadness have been transformed into soft warm blankets with which we should wrap our memories in.
Elevator is indescribable. Give it a listen...Hot Hot Heat is The Strokes pumped full of daisies and butterflies meets Wayne Coyn snorting compressed happiness in the form of rock cocaine, with just a little bit of jazz organ, Flipron-style, added in, seasoned to taste and mixed well.
My english teacher is always frustrated that i can't close anything very well...but i figure if i leave it open, more people will come back for more. (self-imposed delusion is the best for of delusion or so i've heard.) so without closing in any way....
1. It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright - mewithoutYou
2. Sung Tongs - Animal Collective
3. They Threw Us All In a Trench And Built A Monument On Top - Liars
4. I'm Wide Awake It's Morning - Bright Eyes
5. Pocket Symphonies for Lonesome Subway Cars - Casiotone For the Painfully Alone
6. Apple O' - Deerhoof
7. Saturdays=Youth - M83
8. Elevator - Hot Hot Heat
Now let me explain why this is the best album list ever. if you have time to listen to them in order (about 5.5 hours worth of listening) then you will find that the albums will take you over the proverbial roller coaster of those things called "feelings" that not many of us have actually experienced.
So: a tour? That can be arranged.
mewithoutYou starts us off subdued and softly depressing, though muted happiness and optimism shine through the cracks in this album, and the slow ending that is "Allah Allah Allah" blends perfectly into the opening of Sung Tongs.
Sung Tongs begins slowly, building up to that yelping, frenzied cacophony of noise that marks any good AC album, but it's energy contrasts nicely with the slow simmer of Liars' best effort: Trench.
Trench is almost a monotone, bringing down any "feelings" Sung Tongs fired in your chest, but still ends us strong and transitions beautifully into the spoken intro of I'm Wide Awake.
I'm Wide Awake is Bright Eyes, re-imagined. Its ingenious opening almost matches the style of Liars, however it also begins the downward emotional spiral that is this album. It always leaves me feeling despondent but warm, as though I'd swallowed a painless, slow poison at 84 after a long and riotous life. Casiotone's atmosphere is only marginally better, but the way the two albums merge is so beautiful it makes me cry.
Pocket Symphonies boils us down to the lowest point of the whole list; that deepest blackest point where we see ourselves plainly and realize that whatever we feel doesn't matter anymore, life is beautiful yet heartbreakingly sad. Imagine the last four chapters of "The Amber Spyglass" set to melody and drenched in tears of sadness mingling with those of joy.
Apple O' is just pure Deerhoof at the top of their game, and the jarring change between Casiotone and Deerhoof is such a shock that the aftereffects of Pocket Symohonies almost become a laugh, and the post-ironic beauty of Apple O' solidifies into a foundation upon which the staircase out of this well that Casiotone dropped us in can be built on.
Saturdays=Youth, if we were to continue with our staircase analogy, is like the slow walk up into the light, spiraling around thousands and thousands of times, going up with every step but only slowly progressing. By the time the album ends and Elevator opens, any last shreds of sadness have been transformed into soft warm blankets with which we should wrap our memories in.
Elevator is indescribable. Give it a listen...Hot Hot Heat is The Strokes pumped full of daisies and butterflies meets Wayne Coyn snorting compressed happiness in the form of rock cocaine, with just a little bit of jazz organ, Flipron-style, added in, seasoned to taste and mixed well.
My english teacher is always frustrated that i can't close anything very well...but i figure if i leave it open, more people will come back for more. (self-imposed delusion is the best for of delusion or so i've heard.) so without closing in any way....
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
"Eeeeeeery day" means...when i feel like it.
No band should be allowed to be so consistently perfect.
Do Make Say Think's newest album dropped just a little while ago, and i know i gave it a plug in one of my major postings, but since Other Truths is all i've been listening too while i was sick/driving/eating/sleeping/learning/living i figured it needed another review.
Oh, and because this album really was just released, i expect lots of drooling reviews (people tend to yell about how much they love/hate something more on the intraweeebs) so i know i'm not alone in my drooliness: but bear with me.
Numero Uno, the track listing on this album is siiiiiiiiiiiiick. I've always wanted to release an album where the titles of the songs sync up somehow, be it haiku or poetry or a little story, but the elegance of Other Truths's 4 tracks blew my mind:
1. Do
2. Make
3. Say
4. Think
Being a mostly instrumental band, when i picked up Other Truths i expected to be disappointed, i admit it. Mogwai's Mr Beast left me so bitter about good bands ever releasing more good music that i truly didn't even bother listening to Other Truths the day i picked it up.
Everything changed though, when i plugged the first track through my 15s. Life suddenly had more meaning! I had hope, somehow, for the first time in a long time; Grizzly Bear wouldn't be played on the radio, The Fields would release an album i liked, Slint would stop talking at the beginning of their songs, the "indie-chick fuzz voice" would nevermore be perfected by lonelies on youtube, and the bro/alt generation would quit listening to Gossip's Music For Men. This album kicked serious skinny indie ass. The superb chill-ness of this album was reminiscent of the first couple of DMST albums, but the addiction of vocals without words did the impossible: made the band Do Make Say Think more awesome then they already were.
Oh, and btw, don't jus torrent/itunes the album, you need to go find the actual physical album and buy that...the album artwork, the inside, the tracklist on the back....somehow the album whispers "i'm a product of the chillwave revolution" and it looks tiiiiiight sitting on your shelf.
‘The world would be a better place if every1 appreciated indie music because it truly is the best music on the planet. It is a healthy form of expression, celebrating ideas and themes the right way. Indie music will save the world.’
- Carles, 2009
Do Make Say Think's newest album dropped just a little while ago, and i know i gave it a plug in one of my major postings, but since Other Truths is all i've been listening too while i was sick/driving/eating/sleeping/learning/living i figured it needed another review.
Oh, and because this album really was just released, i expect lots of drooling reviews (people tend to yell about how much they love/hate something more on the intraweeebs) so i know i'm not alone in my drooliness: but bear with me.
Numero Uno, the track listing on this album is siiiiiiiiiiiiick. I've always wanted to release an album where the titles of the songs sync up somehow, be it haiku or poetry or a little story, but the elegance of Other Truths's 4 tracks blew my mind:
1. Do
2. Make
3. Say
4. Think
Being a mostly instrumental band, when i picked up Other Truths i expected to be disappointed, i admit it. Mogwai's Mr Beast left me so bitter about good bands ever releasing more good music that i truly didn't even bother listening to Other Truths the day i picked it up.
Everything changed though, when i plugged the first track through my 15s. Life suddenly had more meaning! I had hope, somehow, for the first time in a long time; Grizzly Bear wouldn't be played on the radio, The Fields would release an album i liked, Slint would stop talking at the beginning of their songs, the "indie-chick fuzz voice" would nevermore be perfected by lonelies on youtube, and the bro/alt generation would quit listening to Gossip's Music For Men. This album kicked serious skinny indie ass. The superb chill-ness of this album was reminiscent of the first couple of DMST albums, but the addiction of vocals without words did the impossible: made the band Do Make Say Think more awesome then they already were.
Oh, and btw, don't jus torrent/itunes the album, you need to go find the actual physical album and buy that...the album artwork, the inside, the tracklist on the back....somehow the album whispers "i'm a product of the chillwave revolution" and it looks tiiiiiight sitting on your shelf.
‘The world would be a better place if every1 appreciated indie music because it truly is the best music on the planet. It is a healthy form of expression, celebrating ideas and themes the right way. Indie music will save the world.’
- Carles, 2009
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