And Finally, Landing in a Round Swamp

Alteriors: One never thought one would see the day when one's own connection speed would be unimportant in comparison to the speed of a server site from which one was getting files. Or well of course one probably always thought of that, and it's been going on for years, but regardless, it's frustrating. Here I are with this high-speed connection and IUMA just won't keep up. It's nearly impossible to browse material there. First I hit Pennsylvania. Found merely one track by The Notorious BLT, and it's a good one. It's instrumental, it starts off with just some rhythm, but works its way into a frenzied, almost majestic, though gloomy, conclusion. Most importantly, the tune's called Dear President Bush, War is Still a Bad Idea, and I Will Have No Part in it. Thank you. I then smashed into Illinois on a whim, and there were Protein Stained Pants. What a thing. Just one song again, Siding on the House. "The siding's on the house, the siding's on the house. The paint is in a can, the paint is in a can." It's relatively creepy with the inclusion of some bell-dingy-dong thing over some tom-tom drum figure. Figurine. It's a drum figurine, really. On the house, where the siding is. But it keeps stopping its play for me because Iuma is busted all to hell. So having had enough of that, I mean that death-slow Iuma stuff, I moved back to Soundclick (we need some new haunts, persons.) At any rate I've come upon Round Swamp. There's something here with a certain abunk o belt. You know the kind. Start with some cut-up collage sorta stuff, some slampo on the drum machine sounding thing, and find yourself somehow in a melodic mellange. It's My Dead Best Friend, and it's like nothing. It's something, don't get me wrong, but it's like nothing. It's highly recommended, the sort of harmonies trying to butt heads with the piano parts. There are hints of the familiar here, like maybe a little Beach Boys and Ben Folds, but those influences are pretty strongly at odds with what's going on. We like things to be at odds, even if we's just me. Hang on through the end, hear the piano flutter from here to there, walking through a corridor. Not to say we're walking through a corridor, but there's a corridor somewhere. I stick with this right into These Last Few Days. Some little piece of Floyd's pie is here, and more of the Brian Wilson stuff, but holy crap, this is just good weirdness. Weird like progressive 70s pop that I have to take seriously because it just can't be serious. You can keep on listening through all the tracks from these guys. Consistently good. It's disappointing that the one that's not available for download, Loving Her, is one of the best. It's more straightforward than the rest (though that's not to say it's any kind of standard song at all.) Listen, eat, lick. Mmm.