The opening of this song sounds like what people say free jazz sounds like. Pretty affected, pretty wobbly, pretty bad. But then it kicks in to shoulder-dropping, hunched-down percussion that scoots and sneaks, and it's suddenly interesting. I like jazz* that makes me see pictures, makes me feel rain, makes warm breath cool. Then the vocals come, and while I'm able to forgive them, I'd rather they hadn't taken the liberty. Imagine that horn burst without the tin-roof singing overtop.
[site] *I use that word because I don't know what else to use
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Do that dance where the top of your head wiggles back and forth and your hands stack one on top of the other in a continuous stack, like you're filling "hand slots" or something. You know the one I'm talking about? Do it. You'll feel better.
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The Explanation Station: sorry for no post Tuesday, it's partly my fault. And there's going to be more chaos this week: a guest post on Friday! Woah. But it's a terribly exciting one, so get ready. The reason for all this: I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow, and so I needed to post when I was coherent, and saved the guest for when I will be out like a light. Three full colons in this paragraph; four is the record.
Posted by Dan at November 2, 2005 8:03 AMThe simplicity and directness of your coments on "The Pincher" do you credit, Mr. Bond. I embarrassed a lot of people at work by trying to get it right (in terms of my own execution of the dance). Ebarrassment FOR me. Anyways, kudos, John, your a night tripper with a PhD in medicine.
Posted by Joel Taylor at November 8, 2005 8:51 PMJoel, let's hang out, I'm leaving soon.
Posted by dan at November 10, 2005 1:14 PMThe Icy Demons are not the kind of band I would normally favor, and yet I can't stop playing this track you posted. It has somenow lodged itself into my brain. Damnit.
Posted by peecat at November 11, 2005 2:23 AM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
