Normally when something is labeled as being dream-pop I tend to look at it like a hot chick with a stain in her crotch. It isn't that I would necessarily denounce potential beauty, I'm just not in the habit of paying public attention to something that might make people think I'm creepier than I already am. I'm okay with being a dream pop kinda guy, I just don't wear my Washed Out tank outside of where people have no idea what it means.
That being said, would you check out a chick's rear if there was a stain of an obviously bodily fluid type nature upon her but dat ass?
Of course you would.
You might have even found yourself a new fetish to hang next to your other fetishes in the closet bro, be real.
The self titled EP from Geodesics is...
My first run through of the new Bibio album was spent in the United terminal at LAX. I was a bit hungover. But I was happy. I was on the way home to see me wifey and me kiddies. I just had one of the best four day adult escapes I've ever experienced. The ones where you make no plans, and even doing absolutely nothing with friends you haven't seen in six years feels amazing. There was no rush, no stress, no expectations besides being around people who had a large part in making you who you are.
A brief reprieve, of course, but it worked wonders on the ol' testicles.
As I sat there with my sunglasses on, people watching, I had one of those peaceful deep breath moments as the album started. If you're even slightly aware of Bibio, you would...
When I was in college my roommate Rannal had a car stereo that could give an entire wing of the retirement home by our house an orgasm from mere secondhand vibrations. It wasn't just ridiculous what the bass could do to you if he drove past you, but if you were in the car with him? shit would shake your sunglasses off your fat face or, during one of our roadtrips to a nearby university for fluid exchanges, incite a chain reaction of morning after hangover puking.
Bass in your face isn't just a cute term for elevated volume all up in your ear holes, it could actually reach into your vodka parched throat and pull some bile out with it.
What does the unnecessary investment into car audio have to do with Beacon?
I knew the guys in Haxsaw & Dugin were borderline psychotic a few years ago. I had no idea their temper tantrum type tapestries of techno would delve into the black arts.
Sure, they hate wearing the collared clothes of the walking and they refuse to warsh their embroidered robes, and they shop from the clearance rack in the produce section, but they're routinely reminding me never to allow myself pantsless in their presence. Creepy ain't the Fuckin' word brohammers.
Haxsaw & Dugin come slow roaring back with a bit of a beat builder that stacks satanic sass on top of introspective and potentially depressing plucks from the harp of the damned, yet there's a hint of comedy in there somewhere.
Where is it?
Listen to this twice, AND THEN watch the video. Witches is on some seriously delicate creep shit.
WELCOME BACK BOYS, NOW GET THE HELL OFF MY LAWN.
Yes, we just dropped a music video for a pizza joint.
If there was ever a pizza joint deserving of your duckets, it's Yellowbrick Pizza in Columbus, OH.
My bearded friend Bobby (HiHo) Silver has been slangin' pies for a while now, and he's always having cool shit written about their 'za, and how they contribute to the local artistic community, and how he has a family of birds living in his beard.
BUT THIS TIME?
THIS TIME THEY DROPPED A MUSIC VIDEO BROS.
Ain't no gator for haters bro. This is life changing. And 35% better production and rapping than 84% of the music submissions we get on that rap tip at SYFFAL.
TELL YOUR COLUMBUSTERS TO GO EAT DAT! YELLOWBRICK PIZZA DOT COM!