I bought La maison de mon rêve used and couldn't even make it through it. Different strokes for different folks I guess.

After disliking it quite a bit, I will say that the new single is growing on me. It reminds me of that Bjork "it's so quiet" song, where she does something pretty far off what she usually does that ended up not being absolutely horrible.

Somnambulist wrote:I bought La maison de mon rêve used and couldn't even make it through it. Different strokes for different folks I guess.

I'd go with Noah's Ark or The Adventures Of Ghosthorse And Stillborn personally.

Check out Japan. That's the song that made me curious.

Flaneur wrote:Proceed w/ caution.

Holy Shit.

“I’ve been reborn by the idea of artificial paradise, an urban hustle. We are finding our way to God through the dollar stores of this world.”

This sums up so much that's wrong with today's popular aesthetic it ain't even funny. It's amazing to me that today's "elite", trust fund trend-setters, who often have the resources and are in the position to create something really beautiful or meaningful aesthetically, choose to seek out the cheapest, most superficial styles in the world. These girls are no better than the people of privilege who decide that a perfect life can be achieved through trying to recreate 'Sex and the City' - with all you have, THIS is what you do with it?!

The fact that the New York Times is wasting ink on these fools actually makes me ill.

The Casady sisters’ way of talking to outsiders is oddly formal: sometimes Bianca will tell you about Sierra, sometimes Sierra will tell you about Bianca, always in the somewhat stylized manner in which a transvestite describes his or her alter ego.

Actually, if the NY Times is hiring writers like this then, well, what the fuck do i know, right?

When I first heard CocoRosie perform two years ago at a benefit for runaway gay, lesbian and transsexual teenagers, the songs felt as thrillingly far out as punk in the mid ’70s. Since then, I’ve played the music to broad-minded friends who have put their fingers in their ears, walked out of the room or even ripped the CD from its player and threatened to destroy it. “It’s like chalk squeaking on a blackboard,” was one verdict

Join the club, buddy

Marsupialized wrote:When I first heard CocoRosie perform two years ago at a benefit for runaway gay, lesbian and transsexual teenagers, the songs felt as thrillingly far out as punk in the mid ’70s. Since then, I’ve played the music to broad-minded friends who have put their fingers in their ears, walked out of the room or even ripped the CD from its player and threatened to destroy it. “It’s like chalk squeaking on a blackboard,” was one verdict

Join the club, buddy

You (and writer guy) are under the false impression that what this music sounds like is why other people think it sucks so horribly. That's a very small part of it, and until that registers with him (and maybe you, Soup) you may persist in the delusion that there is something "thrillingly far out" about this pedestrian amuse-bouche dilettante bullshit.

I have an unarguably adventurous palate with regard to music, and I can quite enjoy music that "sounds" horrible, and indeed some of my favorite records are fucking catastrophes. This bullshit doesn't come close to catastrophic status.

This band is not even a catastrophic bullshit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7mToH61cUM


NOT CRAP

steve wrote:You (and writer guy) are under the false impression that what this music sounds like is why other people think it sucks so horribly. That's a very small part of it,

I'm not totally following. I can't stand this stuff strictly because of what it sounds like: the drum samples, the toys, the vocals, the rapping, the horrible use of strings and effects. If I disregarded their lyrics or politics I would still be vomiting, even before realizing what they look like or who they are (or pretending to be)...can't even get that far.

Like, just the sound of an ambulance is one I'd rather avoid only b/c it's annoying and loud even before the fact that it implies that someone somewhere might be having a heart attack or stroke.

I think it is both the sound and what it represents and at times one can outweigh the other.