Recently
About a month ago we snuggled up next to Ivan Vizintin from Sydney band
Ghoul, on a long distance train from Mexico to Disneyland (Tokyo). To kill the time we discussed many things, including Ghoul's long awaited debut album, the current state of local music and the awesomeness of Dr Dre's
2001.
Ok, so this is pop music in 2010. Alice In Wonderland ball-tripping visions, strong minded women who wanna fuck like guys do and much less reliance on traditional song formulas.
This is a punk lullaby, wrapped up in that perfect cutesy lo-fi robot shit from the '90s that someone took too far (
Polyester Girl). It also sounds like the missing link between the controlled fury of the band's fantastic
Crazy? Yes! Dumb? No! and the lo-fi perfection of
Screens. That's (kinda) funny because that's (kinda) EXACTLY what Minty guitarist, Ruban Nielson, told us their new stuff was gonna sound like when we interviewed him
a couple of months back.
If voices were fuckable, I'd be balls deep in Victoria Legrand from Beach House's sultry, sensual siren calls. It hazily wafts it's way through your ears, juicy with cigarettes, red wine and sex - leaving you feeling like you've smashed a bottle of claret while wading through a hot spa.
A little birdy (not Ms Steele) recently told me that this band called
The Vampy Weekenders were kind of on-track to become the biggest, most rad hipster band on the planet.
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