Hair_Loss – “Window Over Yellow” MP3/download
It’s rare to snap a stylus onto a record and hear the exACT sound you want to hear, right away. I’ve caroused the grooves of tens thousands of albums at this point, and if I’ve learned one thing it’s that euphoric musical moments have to be sought out, dug up and, when found, sucked from the core like oil and spit back out like a rainbow geyser.
Hair_Loss / Dave Smolen - split LP (green-marble vinyl)
Hair_Loss‘ side of this deLICious slab of green-marble vinyl delivers just the pleasure I described — luridly, I might add — above. A slipstream of …
AAAAGHHHHHHHH. I wrote about three paragraphs after the abrupt ending above and then, by the sword some GOD-FORSAKEN problem with my blog sign-in, just found myself — and the copy I wrote — chopped to BITs. I’m upset right now … I can’t … can’t go on … but I must.
I’ll have to make this quick and make it stick.
Hair_Loss:
- Panicsville, Mouthus, Landed, several bands on the Lefse roster, a SHIT-load of others; expect this sort of ride, one that lures in your ear and defiles it before handing it back to you in a berry-picker’s pail. A great mixture of synth-etic undercurrent that sets up the flavor for the whole dish, with effects that slither and snake up the electric poles and SNAP-POP into a burnt crisp upon touching the frayed power lines above. As lord is my WITness the world will one day appreciate music such as this … I don’t know if this band has been running a musical meth-lab for years now or if this is their original Statement; all I know is that I’m impressed and pretty-well floored. If I’d of known 2011 would be treating me so well audio-wise — and so early on in the proceedings — I’d have, I dunno, baked it a cake (speaking of which, Plates Of Cake are AWEsome; great new band). Chirps, whistles, pitch-bend paradise, creepy futuristic tarantulas, C-3PO, Go-Bots, fuck-buddies, slap-a-ham drum-machine beats, catchy grooves, Ratatat-in’ about a lil’ bit maybe, but imagine what ‘Tat do if the duo were in a Cold Cave, (actually they don’t sound anything like Cold Cave but it’s funny to mention Cold Cave to me) cut off from civilization and so ICE-FROZEN they can see their breath. If their fingers get any colder they’ll SNAP off. Yeah, that’s it, ICE baby. Throw it around, flip it and bounce it and such. Yeah.
Dave Smolen‘s side (which is side A, actually):
- up-tempo, Deceptikon- (no one knows this great group, but they should) Daedelus-/Flying Lotus-like instrumental madness with video-game overtones and a never-ending current of neon-orange beginnings and endings. Like Black Mother Super Rainbow with a wig and track shoes on. Nice; I feel like I got a fuller helping after side A, though side B definitely shanked me a little more …
Gotta go! Sorry I couldn’t be more help, but again — green-marble vinyl; a real treat.
