I don’t see how this lilting, fake Brit vocal approach and lo-fi/faux garage sound is “dangerous” when Swede Rock is breakin’ mic stands and bustin’ heads.
Mild-mannered Ron Fountenberry collects samples and bits of sonic candy by day, Casio-diddler/sitar-strangle/alsetto weeper as he lays it all down like Loki.
I’m getting Travelling Wilberrys flashbacks here. Swag is a supergroup no one’s ever heard of, and that’s OK cuz it’s not like anyone here’s starving to death.
Stephen Malkmus’ first solo record has him continuing the brilliant path his former band’s last record trailblazed, and it sounds a million times more mature.
Most indie scensters’ve heard of Bright Eyes. Their lo-fi bedroom singer/songwriter ballads subtly deliver tales of the darker side of the human experience.