Tesla Boy

OoOoOoOoOoh. I hear you miss the good ol' days. Back when synths were analog and the vocalist wasn't afraid to pump up the reverb. I hear that you collect vinyl records and do your hair in a pompadour. I hear that you can't get enough of Tesla Boy.

If your life is missing the high pitched whine of a Russian playboy stuck in the 80s then look no further. I present  to you:

http://grooveshark.com/album/Modern+Thrills/4522362

Be aware that when you step back 3 decades that it may be impossible to return to the "present." Many a man or woman has fallen into the snare of Tesla Boy's album, ne'er to return again. With that fair warning I fully endorse attempting to do so. I hear that it was a simpler time.

Anyways. This album is full of pads, you know, that sound that movies play in the background when the scene takes place in the clouds, heaven, or underwater. Its a soft, persistent sound, and it persists the whole album. Chances are you will mistake your listening experience for a dream or that trip you once made to the bird people in Cumulus City. Either way, it will be relaxing and pleasant. That's one of the reasons that I chose this album this week. It has the strange ability to put me in a trance and entertain me at the same time.

But for those who know me you'll realize that I really only picked this album because the cover is purple...

It is my goal to make this thang a weekly thang, and I'll start updating every Thursday. Chances are if you leave comments and share the page with other people that I post more frequently. Do you want a steady helping of new music or a weekly punch in the face? Of course, just like those special Goosebumps books, this is a choose your own adventure and I'll do whatever you tell me to. I mean, I'm just going to keep finding new stuff and storing it in my musical duffle bag for when yall are ready.

Peace.

Stepdad

Bear with me.

Imagine, if you will, a beautiful spring day. Imagine this beautiful, sunny day in a green field, perhaps in a valley high in the mountains. The sun is shining in a clear blue sky. You lay back to bathe in the warmth and as you close your eyes you start to feel all bubbly Actually, lets make that literally, like, now you're composed of a million tiny bubbles that are bouncing with the energy of the sun rays that so deliciously tingle your now weightless body. You open your eyes and there a five tigers running through the field. Stop being scared, scared guy, they are nice tigers. They begin to dance with you and everyone starts laughing (if the tigers can dance, they can laugh.) You all collapse into a pile and burst into a pixelated nebula in the middle of that field. 

Ahhhhhhh. That was pleasant. With that experience fresh in your mind I present to you: 

http://stepdad.bandcamp.com/

Who are they? Beats me. Apparently they come from the mysterious land of Michigan, wherever that is. What I do know is that they know how to make music. Entertaining music. Hear that synthesizer? Hear that other one? Yeah, me too. Good, neither of us are deaf. 

Stepdad has an extraordinary ability to be both funny AND talented. This is of course rare, because most people who decide to start dabbling in humor to reach a new audience come off as mentally challenged and socially awkward, and the successfully funny tend to do it at the sacrifice of their musical skills. No more! Stepdad blends arpeggiated synths with upbeat/delightfully falsetto singing and a combination of metaphorical and outrageous lyrics. No joke, give it a listen.

May I recommend: My Leather, My Fur, My Nails.

(http://stepdad.bandcamp.com/track/my-leather-my-fur-my-nails)

Wow, that one's a doozy. Gets me every time. Do you begin to understand the imagineering I had you do at the beginning of this post? I mean, that IS this music. Doesn't it make you happy? Doesn't it make you want to frolic? To help old ladies cross the street? To hug a tiger? Neat. Keep listening.

I would like to thank Curtis Mackay for stumbling upon these guys.

My life is at least 2% better as a result.

Blog Conversion

It's that time of year again! No, I'm not talking about the Deaf and Dumb Killer Whale Emancipation March (though equally as obstructive.) I'm talking about finals.

Now that I'm done talking about finals I will propose my new method of ignoring finals: converting my blog to a music review site! "Yay!" the crowds scream (quite loudly.) "We don't have enough of those!" they mention, non-sarcastically.

Sure enough, my life is a musical wonderland and it just so happens that I stumble upon gems every day. Of course, new wave/electronic/euro indie rock is the new name of the game and I'm ready to share my ears with you. Best get pumped, I'm sending you some audio candy.