
Glo-Fi. I don't know why I have such a soft spot in my heart for scuzzy, lo-fi, bedroom electro-psychedelia. This is music that is completely disposable with no discernable hooks made to be listened to through crummy headphones. Perfect music for loners. "Please don't try to talk to me I have my headphones on." I like Neon Indian, Toro y Moi, Delorean, Memory Tapes, Washed Out, Small Black, VEGA, Christmas Island. Just Google "Glo-Fi" and see what pops up. Probably some sort of hallucinogen involved, but they've taken the acid out of the black-light-midnight-rave, and put it on a sunny beach. Ah, the beach.
Neon-Surf. Many have worshiped at the alter of Brian Wilson, but few have lived to tell the tale. If you want to ignite a music-geek firestorm just casually drop "Elephant 6" into any conversation and watch them drop their Wii controller into the bowl of coconut M&Ms. The leaders of the pack here is Girls. Their album "Album" gives you a good idea of the sound. Also see Surfer Blood, Real Estate, Pearl Harbour, The Drums, The Best Coast. Which brings us to the best coast--the left coast.
Smell Bands. A small performance space in L.A. has produced a crop of sativa-soaked pounders who owe as much to Animal Collective as they do to Ornette Coleman. Listen to Wavves, No Age, Abe Vigoda, Women, Japandroids, HEALTH for a refreshing slap in the face.
The Rest. Making musical predictions makes the psychic business look legitimate or something like that. Frank Zappa made the original pithy comment, I'm sure. I like Kurt Vile, The xx, Fool's Gold, Free Energy, Cymbals Eat Guitars, Yeasayer, Harlem Shakes and a few other bands I can't think of right now. They go by so fast--thank God. Bob Girth 2009
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