As I write there's a that line swirls through my head - "I wanna grow cold with you." It would make a great song title for some dark pop band or a long lost minimal 80's act. I'm thinking echoed synths, erratic drum machine beats, heavy distorted bass. I'm thinking...
This leads my brain on a hunt for Ariel Pink, the Renaissance Man. I can't actually explain how the synopses linked this one, but... Discovered by Animal Collective, one could easily lump the LA-er into the Freak Folk scene. Pink despises the label 'lo-fi' yet his recordings resonate as poorly as an 8-track played underwater, a sound he insists is on purpose. And I believe him. The artist, though still submerged deep within the darkened bowels of underground status, is a cut above the rest. His music - untarnished, his demeanor - perfectly humble, his talent - refreshingly risky. The first track I ever laid ears on by Pink was "Can't Hear My Eyes," off the underground tour-only greatest hits release "Grandes Exitos" - a dreamy 70's throwback with a catchy chorus and a lullaby sax riff. Equal parts, The Vaselines, Half Japanese and Michael McDonald with dark eyeliner and a pretty boy mug, Ariel Pink is a dreamboat music god in my book. <3
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