August 2009
July 2009
By Which Year
will the character of the butler disappear from popular culture? And good lord, what will replace it?
Holiday Road →
All the hesitancy and ineptitude of a elementary school brass band, and all the more charming for it. Flat-topped and anxious throughout, just-rehearsed needing badly to pee; be sure to stay for the hilariously pruned guitar solo.
Take These Broken Wings →
You’re gonna think, “This isn’t too bad. This is actually pretty astoundingly realized.” Then something horrible and embarrassing is going to happen: the most elaborately sexual fart you’ve ever heard.
Tonight →
The Babalu-style drumming is totally bonkers. Even more so since the melody is so curiously pastoral, almost reverent. There is absolutely no earthly setting where this makes sense. Maybe if you filled in the gaps between Manhattan skyscrapers with sod and sheep, maybe that would be a place for listening to this.
Barracuda →
Whatever you’re doing right now is pretty inconsequential compared to the ill-advised awesomeness of this midi. Listen to it—now, now now. This is serious cock-through-a-wall stuff, good choice on using a horn for the voice part. Whammy bar is from Saturn.
The Rhythm of Life →
The alarming staccato of this makes it feel like the accompaniment to a terrible funhouse ride about Russians. Plywood slapping open and shut, a calliope behind a discarded boxspring, surprising clatters. A tsar lurches out at you. The hinges of its mouth are frozen, its face a permanent cackle.
Part of Your World — Jazzy →
This is the best midi I’ve heard in a long time. It wraps a businessman’s handshake around Ariel’s rallying heartsong. It suggests that there is an awesome adult-education class she can take to become part of our world.
