#popist

[n0ne0ther]

Great read right here, http://popist.com/s/0a6685f

Ryan Broderick is right. We should ban all nerds off the internet, starting with this faggot weeaboo:

Should we start an anti nerd gestapo?

[oscillationsandstrategies]

I used to be roommates with one of the guys in this band (I could name names, but it seems anonymity is sort of their thing). He goes by Arthur Aircraft in Wolf in a Spacesuit.

I remember when we were roomies he was a hardcore William S. Burroughs and Captain Beefheart fan, and his music at the time showed it. We tried writing songs together, but I could never figure out what he meant when he tried to describe what he wanted the song to be. I do remember many nights spent drinking and listening to Hank Williams with him. 

Somewhere down the line Mr. Aircraft started using a laptop and his music started flowering-- though I still didn’t really get it.  When he mentioned he had a new band and a new single I checked it out as a friend. What I got was Bark of the Cedar. A disjointed, aggressive and bizarre mash of excellent pop vocals, rocking guitars and a truly cracked take on song structure and pacing. 

Collaborations, when they are done well, are interesting things. I suspect I know which parts Arthur Aircraft brings to the band: the disjointed song structures, the arch humor/poignance, the rocking guitar work. But Algebra Huxley, with his opaque lyrics and truly lovely voice, adds a sheen to Mr. Aircrafts disjointed cut-up style. 

I know that Mr. Aircraft hasn’t been around much in the Wolf In A Spacesuit camp lately, and their music has begun to spin in an interesting direction of lo-fi dance-pop direction, which I like. But I personally like a good piece of collage, and hope Wolf don’t stray too far towards normalcy. 

I can't bear to link to their myspace page, as myspace crashes my computer and I don't want to do the same to you. But their tumblr is here, and it has a bunch of little gems there that show the hard work and sketches of serious artists. Their bandcamp is here.

Ad Astra, you curs.