Something That Aches, Relieved.

When you smoke as much as I do, you meet people.

The other day (Time... it isn't for me) I was reaching in the pocket of my old pea coat for my Russian Styles and matches outside the bank with a look of clear anxiety on my face.

I've been feeling out of place with music, lacking in some form. Able only to listen to the same cassettes over and over. It was the first time I had gone outside my place without a source for music in years. These harrowing thoughts were preoccupying my mind entirely.

I was fucked.

As I struck a match from the standard Osiris Bar match box, I hear a vaguely familiar voice approaching me, asking for a smoke. I looked up to see Karasawa, an Indie Obsession in Tokyo.

After supplying the man with an R.Styles and a match, he began to tell me about his new project, Cosmic Airplane. "The painful Japanese poetry a naive vocal develops in the indie melody line I feel like humming unconsciously. A space-like synthesizer lends gaiety to a twin guitar and a female chorus, and a powerful drum fascinates the manly spirit. The neo-sensualism indie band coming into action centering on Shimo-kitazawa in Tokyo" he muttered in broken English.



Suddenly it was clear. My lust for exploration within the sensitive world of music could easily be satisfied with Karasawa's debonair project.

He provided me with a cassette, and the track, although hastily recorded, is fucking brilliant. I highly suggest a listen.

I've uploaded it here.

War never changes,
Brackett

No fidelity

It’s and age old secret of esoteric knowledge that the more mysterious, poorly recorded, melancholy, relatively obscure and surreal an album is, the better it is.

Objectively.

So delete that Matthew Good album you have, faggot. And download Iran’s The Moon Boys. They definitely have all of the above criteria down; the lyrics, when briefly breaching coherence, tell us stories about hating your lover(altest relationship), fading from existence (the altest way to go), and everything else you deal with on a day to day basis. The music itself is the time-tested formula of loud-quiet-loud, the quiet being downtrodden folk ballads, and the loud being dissonant noise experimentation. We don’t know anything about them other then that there are three of them (three, the altest number), they hail form San Francisco (4th altest town), and two of them may or may not look like this:

Look at those fucking beards(2nd altest faceal hair). That should be enough, really. Fading out is definitely a highlight.

Iran - The Moon Boys
1. Tee Hee
2. Four Armed Star
3. Locked Up Right
4. Black Eye I
5. Fading Out
6. Butterfly Knife
7. We Could Go Away for a While
8. Wuthering Heights
9. Black Eye II
10. Pretty Rows
11. The Moon Shines Bright
12. Long Time Now

http://www.mediafire.com/?fnehmmwzm2y

Social Realism

Wide eyed killers.
Color Symbolism.
Mourning Monarchs.


White Privilege.
Saints as Saviors.
1800's Heroin Chic.

Emotion on Canvas.
Social Struggle.
Ilya.