I won’t add myself to the list of those who have failed to describe TVOTR’s sound in words. That’s why they invented MP3s…
Tussle
Get your groove/dub/disco/funk on, OR, get your Tussle on…
The Robot Ate Me
TRAM’s sunny disposition belies their dark, warped lyrics. They sand down pop songs like you would a rocking chair for that “distressed look.”
Her Space Holiday
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.
Kim Hiorthoy
A sampling of favorites from 2003. This Scandanavian multi-talent builds mystery and melody from scraps found on the cutting room floor.
Themselves
A sampling of favorites from 2003. Confounding both the laptop and backpack sets with artful ease, not to mention a wickedly haunting groove.