my beach pop jamz right NOW
If you’ve followed us with any regularity, you’ve probably been inundated with enough Scandanavian tropical escapist music to make you start wearing linens and a wicker hat, but here at Disco Horror we are trying to exacerbate your dependence on this music to the point that we can recruit you on a cultish mass migration to an abandoned island in the Maldives where we can start a colony dedicated to making and appreciating rad music. While weather here in San Francisco is never really hot or humid or “tropical”, the last week had some of the best weather the city has had since I relocated from LA. It was warm and it was sunny and it was glorious, and it’s weather like this that makes me want to put away my Suicide albums, wash off my goth make-up and dance barefoot in the park to some unfettered beach pop. Now some of you, namely from the Eastern (and lesser) coast, might be confused at this point. I’m not talking about soda or carbonated beverages of any sort, but rather unabashed music meant to please the ears and appeal to the masses. The kind of music that some nerds are ashamed to listen to, but here we embrace all types of pop and cheese and so today I will share with you two of my current jamz.
Information has been stirring lately with a plethora of new material that Dan Lissvik and Rasmus Hägg have been involved with at various levels. You alread heard a sample of the krauty Fontan album Hägg supervised, but Lissvik’s work on the new album by The Crêpes, What Else?, is much more apparent as he was supposedly more involved in the production side. The album took a little while to work on me, but lately I have been enjoying it frequently as a starter to the day. It plays like a derivation of the vibe Studio accomplished on ”No Comply” with more blissed out pop lyrics and guitar. But here is by far my favorite piece of the album, the short and sweet “Write” that prefaces the gentle ringing daze of ”Ebb Tide”. The vinyl is is still available at Piccadilly, but CD versions will most likely follow soon enough! Truly a beautiful little piece.
Next comes a 12″ I was lucky enough to recently win on eBay that takes us back to the definition of balearic, complete with muted horns, guitar, and ambigious European lyrics from 1984. Tullio de Piscopo’s classic “Stop Bajon (Primavera)” is what you might call a balearic necessity, and I jam to it in my car all the time, and people probably stare, but when you start to listen to this kind of amazing cheese you just have to be unashamed about it. It’s as simple as that. I won’t say much on it, but don’t pick up the LP because most of the tracks are stripped down and edit the structure of the song away. This is the 12″ version and if you haven’t heard of it, today might be the best day you are going to have in a while, so prepare yourself to enjoy!
August 15th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
that last one is awesomely chintzy