I have made no effort to hide my erection over Germany Germany in the past.
Equal parts dancey, dancey, introspective, dancey and hypnotizing, Germany Germany has excelled at creating ethereal soundscapes and seemingly dancey dance tracks that make sweet sweet love to each other, all the while causing people to stare out the window blankly.
I don't know if it's my storied, well documented, drug-addled past or what I wish I would feel like all the time that pushes me into this frame of mind. But listening to Germany Germany makes me content and needy at the same fucking time.
When I'm excited, this furthers my excitement, but reminds me how awesome it feels to feel calm to a vibe such as this. It's seven cups of coffee followed up with a huge rip from a glass two footer while the rest of the world still sleeps.
When I'm chilled the Fuck out, this pillows the area around my mons pubis with the sort of feeling I've only recently experienced while being submerged in a pool of glycerin. Even the simplest movements are difficult to accomplish, but pleasant in feeling every muscle and limb move through the cool liquid. *When did I experience lying in a pool of glycerin you ask? Fuck you, I have a glycerin pool just off of my Furby Room.*
Adventures from Germany Germany is like floating in outerspace with a full belly, an empty bladder and a full tank of air, leaving you completely needless. The only other thing you would need on a spacewalk such as this, besides this as a soundtrack, is a bag of Funyuns because LET'S FACE IT, FUNYUNS ARE PRETTY fucking DELICIOUSES.
I'm not only impressed in the different directions Germany Germany takes to arrive at the same destination, but at the crispness of the environment he's crafted with this album. Meticulous would be an understatement, but seeing where his previous album landed on my 'chart of loins arousing albums of 2010' I'm not fucking surprised. Dude is all growns up and will continue to fucking churn out the music that I fucking love as long as I tell him to. (He lives in my basement and answers to the name "Bloopy".)
Like Blue Sky Black Death, this is an artist I can rely on to fill in the voids when nothing sounds fucking good enough to listen to. When shit bugs me, Germany Germany is as "go to" as my Allman Brothers Greatest Hits disc, but in a "people probably think I'm on meth when I play this really loud" type of way.
When I was telling my buddy Kevin about this album and how I called it "another ten star album" he gave me a weird look and said "Why?". To which I started the album over and said "Look out that window and don't stop looking out that window until I tell you".
Twenty minutes later I could see him smiling out of the side of his face.
"I fucking told you." I said.
"It's good man. Yeah. It's good." Kevin says.
DON'T EVER fucking QUESTION THAT.