Said the Gramophone

Notorious Inflection

Cryptacize - "The Cage"

Cross-section: Thin outer scraping of strings on strings. Thick and doughy cloud layer of hoop-shaped vocals and busy guitty-cars. Creamy layer of patience and holding steady. At the bottom, a settled sediment of amazing hooks.

I feel as if this song were left for me. Like Deerhoof (my roommate now?) was leaving the house, hair up in a huge beehive, dressed in venetian blinds and collectible quarters, headed out to a pre-choreographed dance party, well-rehearsed for weeks, and she thought, with one shoe on, eyes already on her coat, "Oh, Dan would like this."
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Experimental Dental School - "Argentine Pears"

And this song feels like an orphan! Not parentless, but more bereft of protection. The example used in my dictionary widget is more poetic than anything I could think up: "orphan garbage barges aimlessly wandering the oceans." Exactly right, computer! Where did that come from, computer? Are you writing poetry while you "sleep"? If I look in all those lonely forgotten documents I'll never read again, like old tax returns and documents like "new idea.rtf", and scroll down, way way down, will I find all your hidden stories and thoughts? Will it say "in dewy fields I'm found, my love herself dewy, my love somehow dry and yet I'm happy, happier than I've ever been, happier I think than anyone might ever be"? Will there be whole novels about The Great War and what Paris was like seen through the eyes of early black immigrants? Will I find soft and thoughtful buttery writing that will surprise and delight? I hope so, computer. Do not disappoint me, now.
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