Friday, October 07, 2005

The High Dials

Example

Earlier this summer, I won the new Beck CD in a CBC radio contest. The good fellow at the station also sent along a few other disks, among them the new High Dials album "War of the Wakening Phantoms". I left it at a friend's place for a month or so, but I've been listening to it again and it's truly infectious. They manage to mix together so many different sounds that I love: something like the Cure, Smiths, REM and 60's psychedelia all rolled into one, mighty, soul-sundering wall of sound. One of their songs even seems to borrow a Dead Milkmen rif (pure coincidence, I'm sure). If I had Oprah's expense budget, I'd send each and every Fakiegrind return reader a copy. Alas, I'm just a po' boy. But pick up the disk if you get a chance. If you are disappointed by it, then you deserve to be!

4 comments:

Gyrobo said...

Ah, music. The language of the soul. Actually, electricity is the language of the soul. Music is the language of pirates.

flatlander said...

Aaaargh Matee! Ye hit the spittoon dead on with that comment. Aaaaargh!

Gyrobo said...

By the way, I've moved blogs. My blog is now, and shall forever be, Roboshrub Inc.

Roboshrub Incorporated said...

Until tommorow at dawn, anyway.