So, day 3. I imagine the people who went to the big festival would have, by Day 3, either taken to the culture and integrated or found themselves in a permanent drunken stupor. Also, the tinnitus makes everything sound good.
Elliott Brood – Write it All Down for You
I’m sure I can’t be the first to notice it, but there’s been an interesting trend of bands that blend rock and folk in the badass sort of way (as opposed to the lame country pop sort of way). See Gentle Guest, Gentleman Auction House, Jared Mees and the Grown Children, and Noah and the Whale. Usually they have a banjo or a fiddle or six, and they generally know how to rock out. They’re slightly reminiscent of a hoedown, but with yuppy straw sticking out of their mouths. Man, my 15-year old Cure listening self would kick my ass for going this far to the country dark side. I promise younger self: this far and no further. Now go back to being depressed.
There’s a vague hint of David Byrne in the lead singer note slides, which is enough to make me fall for them. And it has enough of a driving rhythm in the chorus that you can close your eyes and pretend, if just for a few minutes, that it’s some Talking Heads song you never heard before, and that they didn’t release because it was a little too mainstream sounding.
Fight Like Apes – Lend Me Your Face
Little known fact: the 2nd track on the EP on which this song appears is titled Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues. How can you go wrong with that? This is just fun, outrageous, fuzzed out tweaker electro girl-pop.