Holy Poo I'm so half into the Mixel Pixel album - makes me think of Olivia Tremor Control + good times' Swirlies (me = devoted member of the Sneaky Flute Empire) mixxxed in with little Momus asides and post-electro (double post-) beats, aka, remember being into Casios, as if that ever went away? It's more, umm.., frantic and less clever than most lo-fi stuff, but the noise waves are well sewn with tricky high fi aural fodder - aka - listenable.

There's a weird little acoustic track there that hints at the progressions in the perfecto song "Sleep on Needles" by Sondre Lerche. Little teen genius, I wasn't so into his last EP but am hoping he gets over himself, doesn't pull the Corgan/Love 'sing all over the track cause I love myself too much' thing and nails my cabaret heart.

IN OTHER NEWS:

I'm trying to get into Laura Sinagra's writing, since J. Gross thinks she's so keen and I trust such sentiments...But what to think about a sentence like this, culled from her VV review of Nellie McKay:

"Onstage, her sturm und drang at times recalls Tori Amos adding her own fragrance to Teen Spirit."


Oouch!