I've long been aware of Of Montreal and enjoyed their albums well enough, but I was nowhere near prepared for the purity of the love I have for the deliciously poppy, new-wavey, angry-and-depressed-but-ultimately-uplifting new album, Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? I can't remember the last time I repeatedly listened to an album over and over—as well proved, I'm certain, by my Last.fm profile—to this degree. I'm thinking it was either Super Trouper, Beauty and the Beat or Louder than Bombs. I can't even pick a favorite track. "Suffer for Fashion"? "She's a Rejecter"? "Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse"? "A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger"? I'm torn. Then I go to YouTube and watch a slew of their live performances and fall deeper into the abyss of OM obsession. Of course, my new lust for OM has hit its apex three days before they play a sold-out show about a mile from where I live. Isn't that always the way?
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Monday, March 12, 2007
Physics makes us all its bitches.
Of Montreal cover Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy," as it is now a requirement for all hipster indie acts to do so:
I've long been aware of Of Montreal and enjoyed their albums well enough, but I was nowhere near prepared for the purity of the love I have for the deliciously poppy, new-wavey, angry-and-depressed-but-ultimately-uplifting new album, Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? I can't remember the last time I repeatedly listened to an album over and over—as well proved, I'm certain, by my Last.fm profile—to this degree. I'm thinking it was either Super Trouper, Beauty and the Beat or Louder than Bombs. I can't even pick a favorite track. "Suffer for Fashion"? "She's a Rejecter"? "Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse"? "A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger"? I'm torn. Then I go to YouTube and watch a slew of their live performances and fall deeper into the abyss of OM obsession. Of course, my new lust for OM has hit its apex three days before they play a sold-out show about a mile from where I live. Isn't that always the way?
Of Montreal "Spanish Dance Troupe" (Gorky's Zygotic Mynci cover)
I've long been aware of Of Montreal and enjoyed their albums well enough, but I was nowhere near prepared for the purity of the love I have for the deliciously poppy, new-wavey, angry-and-depressed-but-ultimately-uplifting new album, Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? I can't remember the last time I repeatedly listened to an album over and over—as well proved, I'm certain, by my Last.fm profile—to this degree. I'm thinking it was either Super Trouper, Beauty and the Beat or Louder than Bombs. I can't even pick a favorite track. "Suffer for Fashion"? "She's a Rejecter"? "Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse"? "A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger"? I'm torn. Then I go to YouTube and watch a slew of their live performances and fall deeper into the abyss of OM obsession. Of course, my new lust for OM has hit its apex three days before they play a sold-out show about a mile from where I live. Isn't that always the way?
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