I have two hands firmly wrapped around this latest Toothtaker takeaway (yes code).
On the one hand, this fucking album has made me emphatically and violently bounce in my vehicle's seat while holding on to the steering wheel more times than I can count. And on the other hand, I had no idea it was ALL formed around NIN-based samples until Trent Reznor himself retweeted Toothtaker announcing a video from it being dropped in a twitter moment that made my black crusted heart swell.
Toothtaker's music has repeatedly entered my ears through the peripheral, lazily tossing and gaily sharpening a handmade shank and silently judging me for not being up on it already.
I bull no s...
If there were an award for the sassiest artist randomly overheard on ones own stereo, it would have to go to Tom Vek.
Does that make sense bro?
Basically Tom Vek was sent over by an adorable PR rep with a pronounced and chiseled chin, and being the sensible guy I am, I downloaded it based on the simple fact that I wanted the album artwork on a tshirt and on my plush chest posthaste.
YES BRO, I JUDGED THE BOOK BY ITS COVER.
And its cover was attractive to me, so I put the music in a playlist a few days later, hit play, walked away, and then all of a sudden I was overcome with fucking fascination.
This isn’t an album you just breeze through and then forget about, no, this f...
I hit play and walked away and only returned to the computer to hit play again and walk away again. "Azure" is pretty, but then creepy, but then it's pretty creepy in a way I can only describe as being creepy, but pretty. Right?
Avindale sort of confuse me because they sound, at first listen, like a cross between Band of Horses and a tropicali band I once saw at a beachfront bar in Manhattan Beach, CA. It's bouncy and bright, yes, but the haunting breeze creepin' through this muthafucker is almost like walking in on a human sacrifice.
I can't nail it down specifically, but it's like looking at a pretty painting and tilting your head in adorable adoration, but then a month or two after you've purchased said painting a friend you're kind of afraid of informs you that it was painted by a serial killer in the blood mixed with the fluid from one of his victims' pancreaseseses.
HOW'S THAT MAKE YA FEEL BRAH?
Wanna stalk this band before they move in?
Who the Fuck is this band? I WANT THEM TO PLAY ALL DAY WHILE I WORK IN SLOW MOTION ON MEANIAL HOUSEHOLD TASKS.
But who is this little kid in the video? DUDE IS FEARLESS.
I normally pass on music video watching, as I'm a music or lose it sort of fella, but I somehow managed to sit staring with my hand on my chin wearing a happy grin for the entire fucking video. I'm happs as Fuck right now.
Escape to New York sound like they have the musical patience to melt my panties off, collect the meltings and then schmelt the genitals of a non-believer on the day of the red moon.
I plan on bothering this band to play my Tuesday for the rest of the quarter.
Anyone else sitting there on the edge of the seat waiting for something to drop? COME ONNNNNNN, THIS IS SO BALLS, BUT GOES ABSOLUTELY NO FAGCKIN WHERE!
This was intentional. This was meant to make us want to hear when the rest of the band actually comes in.
This was meant to whet our collective whistles.
Ok, fine, my whistle is whet. This is fucking phenomenal. It almost sounds like that intro track on the new Warpaint album, but with direction and immediacy. Fuck.
I better prepare to stalk this band before I hear their EP huh?