“How am I supposed to sleep at night when no one likes the music we write? The record-buying public– we hate them. This is Art Brut versus Satan.”
This is a band after my own heart.
The new Art Brut, produced by the Pixies’ Frank Black, is absolutely deserving of the hype currently dripping off the tines of the forks of the avant pop devourers.
“Slap-dash for no cash- those are the records I like”, lead vox Eddie Argos recounts, describing his own recording’s aesthetic while poeming dithyrambs for the hot, rough and tumble recordings that were championed and lovingly given nativity by slop rockers like The Replacements. In their track with that band’s name in the title, the chorus is the flabbergasted rhetorical “How have I only just found out about the replacements? Some of them are nearly as old as my parents. How have I only just disovered the Replacements?”.
Fucking brilliant.
“Art Brut vs. Satan” (Art Brut)
just downloaded this the other day, looking forward to listening to it and giving them my money at the first available opportunity.
You have every right to look forward to listening to this record. This is a really good listen.
You obviously have excellent taste.
I had a dream about robots and Eastern Europe and the weird sex practices of the witches therein and of course I think it has something to do with the “devil music” I got last week…how did I know Igor? Better question: How do you always know?