A Place To Bury Strangers – Everyone’s The Same
I love to get confused by something other than the news I hear on my phone, or by the ebbs and flows of working life. Don’t you? But it’s not like you can just walk into a shop and order the same way that you can do with a cup of coffee.
And when confusion can be bought for a fistful of dollars, it’s usually not worth the trouble it provides with the local police authority or your aching stomach.
Fortunately, very little hits the mind or the body quite like aggressive music when tuned properly and played at colossal levels. A Place To Bury Strangers is a group that has taken an almost apostle-like mission to spread beautiful musical confusion.
“Everyone’s the Same” reveals that, if you didn’t know it already, these NYC/Berlin noise hipsters are in no way jumping on a bandwagon. The first single off a collection of deep cuts and unreleased material gathered over the space of a decade, “Everyone’s the Same” sounds like shoegaze you’d use to torture war prisoners with. Frankly, it worked faster than my cup of coffee this morning!
Heists – Happy Accidents
A good portion of the kids won’t get invited to the really cool parties at any point in their lives. And, in fact, a good chunk of them don’t even have any cool parties to get invited to on account of the fact that many of them live in the middle of nowhere.
That is why many of them grow up frustrated with the ways of life, and the first time that they get a bit of money, they blow it on a big, ugly-looking car meant to scream out: “Look, I’m here, too!”
However, there is a minority of enterprising, ambitious and energy-filled kids who create their own exclusive event. What does it need anyway? Banging tunes, balloons, and exotic dances? Easy!
Heists sounds like a one-man, bedroom-producing party machine on the single “Happy Accidents,” a tune that sounds like Greg Dulli singing for 1990s acid-house-loving Primal Scream. The tune and the accompanying party feel big enough that police might have to be involved. When they raid the place, they might just find one guy behind a laptop. See? It fooled you, too! With a sound like this, wherever this is made can become the most swinging place in the world (Just checked, and the song was recorded in Portland. Well, nevermind!)
