Still on the introspective tip at times (check “How Do It Feel?”), SF’s unsung hip-hop heroes try their hand at club tracks, FL-style…to mixed results.
TRAM’s sunny disposition belies their dark, warped lyrics. They sand down pop songs like you would a rocking chair for that “distressed look.”
Coldplay might sound like this if they didn’t sound so damned much like Dave Matthews.
Chick-fronted pop romps with unexpected twists on the usual themes (i.e., boys, boys, boys).
This pick inspired by Sam’s 3/4/04 pick: SHTYM is what you’d expect from someone who grew up using a Commodore 64, Atari 2600, Compaq Portable II, and an Epson dot matrix printer. Now he’s making music on those machines about the girlfriends who beat him in Centipede.
We’ll keep adding MP3s ’til the wheels come off… Our growing talent showcase proves again (if needed) that emotronica wiz Marc Bianchi can play confessional singer/songwriter, bedroom beatslinger, or sampler symphonist with equal artistry. And yet, somehow, my man still finds time to get his remix on.
Warm, familiar, soothing tunes — just what you’d expect from a Commodore 64, Atari 2600, Compaq Portable II, Epson dot matrix printer, and a 100% human chanteuse.
Melancholic folk-tronica with an emphasis on the folk and the rubble of lo-fi electronics.
Rich orchestral pop with affected and infectious vocals ressembling a cross between Mark E. Smith and Rik Ocasek.
A sampling of favorites from 2003. Sophisticated party fodder brimming with soulful beats and fresh rhymes: “I never politic when I be on some cool-out shit….” Word.