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Tushka, Tushka (Middle West Records)

I have no idea what’s currently up with Philip Moore’s other band, Bowerbirds, the North Carolina hipster duo mainly comprising Moore and his girlfriend Beth Tacular, nor whether they’ll be gracing their 10 fans with more of their Pitchfork-hypnotizing blend of accordion-accented Sufjan Stevens with a side of Wilco. I do know that Moore’s in solo mode for this project’s debut album, an easy-listening laptop-techno affair that starts out nicely enough with “The Shine,” which screams 2005-era Warp Records low-rent-soul from the rooftops, but in a good way. No, seriously, I even thought that song’s two minutes were too short and found myself dreading the descent into anti-hook madness that I assumed was to follow, but no, “The While” made me think of Tears for Fears meeting up with Vampire Weekend and playing some friendly Super Nintendo. Gone are the amateurish school-gym singalongs with his squeeze; this is an artist unleashed, in its own weird way. Yes, the 8-bit candy-coated swirls of things like “No Pain” may be an acquired taste for the straights, but man, this is a pleasant surprise, no question.
A — Eric W. Saeger





Bladee, Eversince (Year0001 Records)
CD Reviews: June 30, 2016

06/30/16



Bladee, Eversince (Year0001 Records)
It never ceases to amaze me how many morons are on the internet, seriously — it’s like watching headless chickens doing the Macarena. For instance, the main thrust of one amazingly drawn-out Reddit thread on this debut LP (from one of Yung Lean’s casual posse, so they’re saying) was an argument over whether or not Bladee had announced he was dropping out of the pop-rap game after one LP, all over one comment that was probably a misprint in the first place, if not an obvious troll. Whatevs, his rhymes range from the just plain puerile (the lonely sadboy whining of “Who Goes There”) to sleepy-time wannabe-gangsta (the autotuned, Ecco2k-guested, coke-fueled “So What”), all of which has been done before, if not as cheesily. “Lovenote” may be the best on board here, if microwaved trap, zonked-out euro-trash babbling and jingling Aughts bling is up your alley. Yeah, it’s enthusiastically underground, but I don’t picture the nerds defending this for very long.
C — Eric W. Saeger 





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