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    The gods of amazing fun blessed me with the opportunity to see Peachcake for the second time at a free last minute show at Beauty Bar and it was wonderful. 

   The Peachcake boys hail from Tempe Arizona- a place I have never visited but can only imagine that before long the town will erect a golden Keytar in honor of Peachcake pride.  The group is sure to put their town on the map of musical significance like Seattle, DC, Montreal and coming up next Vancouver-in no time.  Arizona seems to be a surging hotbed of young electronic dance groups (Twilight Showdown, Color store etc.) 

   This type of live music group can really spoil concertgoers.  You make an effort to see live music you want to be entertained.  Peachcake entertains.  The group played on the floor with the audience and of the astonished the dumbfoundedly entertained crowd with inflatable totem poles, lucha libre wrestling masks, flamingos, capes, trashcan drums, and best of all- musical chairs.  (Side note: worst of all- were the beach balls. because they knocked over several drinks…)  My wife Emily best described the performance as “surreal.”  It is surreal to see a band thrash around so much and be SO far above the status qou where bands nuzzle guitars and to sing songs about heartbreak. Peachcake flips it AND reverses it.   

   The band’s next big thing on the horizon is a national tour with MTV pets HelloGoodbye who are long time friends of Peachcake and will certainly provide some excellent exposure.  The huge tour kicks off in October.    Check these electronic wizards out at www.peachcakemusic.com at www.myspace.com/peachcake and ANY way you can in person!  

Check out more pictures from the performance in our photos section  

MP3 – Peachcake – hundreds and hundreds of thousands

MP3- Peachcake – I hope we don’t get exploded  

   Also- time is running out to win the free Whirlwind Heat album so email partyends@gmail.com with WWH contest in the subject line and cross your fingers for good luck! 

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   PartyEnds is a long time fan of Texas bred boys the PaperChase . I have probably seen them more than any other band in my show going years and they always put on the best show around and produce the best sounding albums.  Check out the PE review of their latest “Now You Are One Of Us” here.   

   Their recent Austin Emo's show was more crowded than typical PaperChase Austin shows and it is about goddamn time.  Nothing made me happier than the young man front and center of the audience who knew every single word of the new songs they played even though the album has only been out for a little over a month.  That guy really made my night.

   The PaperChase has come a long way from playing their hearts out in the DFW area to becoming all the rage overseas and consistently releasing incredibly solid full-length albums.  By signing to the most credible heavy duty independent labels out there- Kill Rock Stars- dem Texas boys are guaranteed to have the support to keep doing what they do best: recording, touring, rinse, repeat. 

   Check out some more pictures from the night’s fun in our photo section here. 

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   I know it might seem odd that we haven't ever talked about Midlake on this site. This, the most blogged about band of 2005, is from Denton Texas and has become a buzz-name to help represent the new face of indie-rock. I almost shy away from covering them since it seems I could say no more than anyone else has many times over, despite having seen them a few times and being a huge fan of their debut album Banham & Silvercork, a magical, home recorded, romp through cheap keyboards and imaginary characters. But I must confront my fears and do what I gotts ta do, cause they're CD release show was one of the best I have ever seen, and I have to make sure that everyone who reads this site understands how important Midlake really is.

   Accompanied by an ever present video backdrop, with corresponding videos for almost all of their songs, the stage presence of Midlake, and especially their lead singer lead singer Tim Smith, is undeniably magnetic. Doing nothing particularly special other than singing in his nasally croon, Smith draws you into his worlds of seemingly innocent tales of Victorian love and modern loss with a pungent and multi textural blend of lyrics and music. The band is obviously  long experienced and tight, weaving their complex sound, possibly, better on stage than in any recording. Having just returned form an extensive tour of the US and Europe seemed only to warm them up for their stellar homecoming, where they were received with almost violent joy. 

   On hand to enjoy the show was a Party Ends favorite and Denton alumni Atsronautalis, who drove from a tour date in Colorado just to catch the show that night, and seemed to embody the crowds collective enthusiasm, heckling and screaming his love for a group that are, at once, both his friends and one of his favorite bands.

   The contrast of the new record, The Trials of Vanoccupanther, with the older songs was almost transparent as the set flowed through all of my favorites and was punctuated with the new jems. Newer songs were also accompanied by new videos of almost shocking quality, most of them being period pieces, obviously shot in Europe with professional actors. I mean, I am a huge fan of their DIY, UNT video student shorts of old, shot in the Texas undergrowth, but these new videos will blow you away.

   The CD release was handled by Good Records, out a Dallas, and the after show music was the indelible DeeJay CeePee (who works for Good), and created a nice outro for such a phenomenal evening.

   Combining such an energized crowd, a bands outpouring joy at being home, and the beauty of classic, unmatched music is a recipe pure funk. . . or the indie-rock equivalent. So listen to these incredible tracks, one from each of the albums, and then go out and buy everything with Midlake written on it, even that inevitable street in your local housing development.

Midlake - Rosco -

Midlake - The Jungler -

<Also> Check out our photo set from the show in our photos section.

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   Last night, just a few blocks from my apartment, on the south side of downtown Fort Worth, there was a gathering of like minded, culturally aware, youth doing something rather out of the ordinary for this sleepy little town: getting low, low, low.

   Ben's house was loaded. A chill party that was spiked with a 200 degrees dance floor (I mean it was craaazy hot), the evening was rife with alcohol and sweat. The crowd was diverse and galvanized; even the cops showing up only seemed to heighten the energy (for everyone but the high schoolers). And as I squeezed into the huddled mass of kids in front of the window unit air conditioner, trying to catch an icy breeze, I realized that this is the raddest house party I've seen in Fort Worth in a long while, and, though the hotness could be attributed to a great many things (long haul travelers from Denton and Dallas, lots of BYOB boozers), it was pretty evident that a large contributor was the trill jams of the mighty brothers of the Flashlight Party. 

   Only brothers in floorboard rumbling funky tunes, these guys know their shit. Hailing from Denton and Irving, they kept the neighbors up with everything from Bloc Party to Spankrock to Chromeo, and the dancefloor was seldom thin on the ground. With their regular gigs around Denton and Dallas, the Flashlight Party have built a reputation in the area that precedes them all over the state. Weather tearing down a house party, or hyping up before a band, the results seem to be the same; pure krunk.

   With a recently released mix CD out, "Oh Shit it's The Flashlight Party" volume 1, and a constant waterfall of party dates, I'm certain we will be seeing more of TFP on Party Ends, both now and after their planned move to Austin this Winter, so keep you eyes and ears open, and watch the hell out.

>Also< check out a post with photos of the fashionable youngsters from this party at Voguekills. And take a look at some more pictures from this party in our Photos section.

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   Ok- so I’m not what people would call “punctual” or “prompt” with my posts- but you best step off, because we always come correct here at PartyEnds.  On June 28^th    2006 the mighty mighty Astronautalis rolled into town and delivered the goods as always at the Flamingo Cantina. 

   You can read Luther’s in depth report of his Denton shenanigans here. His new stuff is excellent but nothing makes me more excited than the first few bars of the old jamz: “Something for the Kids” and “Ocean walk.” It should go without saying that any and all freestyles the man performs are astonishing. 

   Here are some pictures from the evening:

Check out some more in the photos section.

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   My friend Will is a really excellent DJ, who- much like Bun B- no matter what – keeps it trill.  A while back he suggested to me that friend of PartyEnds.com Chris Rose from Car Stereo (Wars) do a mash up of Ghostface Killah and Austin locals Ghostland Observatory based solely on the potential of the name- *Ghostface Observatory*.  Sometimes a clever name and some skillz is all it takes to make greatness (the Grey Album).  Well, it was my job to pass this ingenious name along and after 4 months of laughing about it to myself I finally told Chris and viola! - now the whole Internet is enjoying it!  Check out Gorilla Vs Bear and lord- even VH1’s Best Week Ever are spreading the good word.

   As sad as I am not to be the first in this modern “blogosphere” of ours to post about this… I am proud of Car Stereo (Wars) and the excellent exposure they are getting.  Every single week Car Stereo (Wars) has DJ nights all over Austin and every single one of them is a blast with quite a fan base.  CS(W) is Chris from Super!Alright! and Adreon from one of Austin’s (America’s?) best bands Single Frame.

   Photos are from Car Stereo (Wars) Friday nights at Plush. Although these are by partyends… check out the amazing photography from Chris at CarStereoWars.net  

   Peep  the mash up and enjoy the greatness of meshing “Be Easy” with “Midnight Voyage.”

MP3: Car Stereo (Wars) Ghostface Observatory

   Car Stereo (wars)'s Chris also has an excellent summer mix available for download that is perfect for battling the 100+ degree weather.  Drop the top, get a fruity drink from Sonic and crank the volume.

Please take a moment and download the Model Home Mix here:

Here is the play list:

Junior Boys - In the Morning

Salon Boris - the planet (linus love mix)

MSTRKRFT - She's Good for Business

Girl Talk - Bounce That

Teki Latex - Disco Dance with You (Spank Rock Remix)

Tittsworth - B Rockin

Boney M - Felicidad

Cass and Mangan - I Gotta Thang

Caged Baby - Hello There (Presents Remix)

Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home

Comunidade Ninjitsu - Rap Do Trago

The Looks - Easy Love (MSTRKRFT Remix)

The Futureheads - Skip to the End (Digitalism Extended Edit)

Tiga - Far From Home (Digitalism Remix)

Justice - Waters of Nazareth (Erol Alkkan Remix)

M.I.A. - China girl (Diplo Remix)

Similou - Lady-killers 
 
 

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   PartyEnds is owned, operated, signed, sealed and delivered by the two of us.  I live in Austin and Luther in Dallas.  After a brief phone conversation where our mutual plans for the evening were reveled to be watching movies this is the first double shot movie review we have ever attempted.  I was en route to see the Devil Wears Prada while Luther had the Devil’s Reject’s sitting on his DVD player.  Mad Magazine itself couldn't’t have come up with a better mash up of titles. - john

The Devil Wears Prada -

   I have seen the Devil’s rejects and from my memory the only parts that are shocking is when that one dude has that gun down that one girl’s panties and when the motel cleaning lady runs out of the room with the skin mask on.  Other than those parts- I sort of hated it.  The only good parts in the Devil Wears Prada are when I remembered how much I like the Kevin Spacey movie Swimming with Sharks.  Devil Wears Prada has the same plot without the darkness.  The other good parts where when everyone in the fashion world calls Ann Hathaway’s character fat.  It is funny because it is not true. Darkness and fatness aside, I was very interested in the world of fashion.  I admit that many of the references were over my Old Navy, dead grandfather wardrobe wearing head, and for that - I admire the film.  Ann Hathaway was likable in an American substitute for Audry Tatu kind of way. The whole time I was watching her Entourage star boyfriend (Adrian Grenier) in the movie I couldn’t shake the postmodernism from my brain and think that just was the next film he was selected for after Aquaman in the Entourage Hollywood universe.  I am jaded. 

   The music was horrible.  I did catch a Belle and Sebastian track at one point but other than that we are talking about techno clichés and a montage showing the transition from fat and unfashionable to chic set to Madonna’s ‘vogue.’  I get it, the Devil Wears Prada- the movie is about fashion.  

   I think I might like the book more- where I’m told that the Devil is harsher and I could set my own fashion/ devil soundtrack and not a knockoff of the opening of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.  I would have given anything (you hear me Devil?) for the audience full of middle age woman to have accidentally sat thrue all of Rob Zombie’s Devil’s Rejects.

MP3- Cat Power- the Devil’s Daughter

MP3- Hank Williams III- Blue Devil

The Devil's Rejects -

   Well, I have to admit, I'm a pseudo-closet fan of Mr. Zombie. It's sort of in a negative to most unfans (like the undead, we are fans, but not) in that I will openly admit my admiration, but I own not one item of Zombie paraphernalia. That said; I was, like John, a little disappointed in The Devils Rejects as a genuinely scary movie.

   I look back on House of 1000 Corpses with the glee that anyone who could enjoy a solid 80's B-movie  should. A cheeseball romp through Rob Zombies collection of weird crap he's acquired over the years, and some openly silly special effects, HO1000C was fun. The Devils Rejects, a sort of sequel, was not fun at all. The movie gets points for showing what it might be like to tag along with some people who are genuinely, 100% fucked up. The films portrayal of characters that don't only lack moral qualms about murder, among other things, but who actually take extreme joy from it, is genuinely disturbing.

   I was not scared at any point during this film. There wasn't even a moment when I was startled because someone came around a corner fast, or anything. I was just really uncomfortable, tense, anxious, and a little sick to my stomach, as the film mixed gruesome over-realistic violence and sexual elements in a way that exchanges the fascination of the viewer for plain disgust.

   The character of the sheriff was pretty good, as you followed him through the plot and he slowly lost his mind, eventually becoming not entirely unlike the killers that he follows. Other character development is sub par, not really revealing anything deep or meaningful about anyone. The plot does have this interesting lilt to where you go from hating the killers that you follow, the being scared for them, to being sorry for them, to being happy that they triumph, only to realize that that they shouldn't even be alive in the first place; it's all very confusing.

   I wouldn't suggest this film for anyone with a weak stomach (especially the unrated version that we saw), but if you want to squirm in your seat for two hours, be my guest.  

MP3 Primus - The Devil Went Down to Georgia

MP3 Beck - Devils Haircut

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   Now, I'm no fan of Wal-Mart's polotics; I have had very few actually pleasant experiences in a Wal-Mart, per se (especially when I was 16 and worked at one); but to my surprise, the latest Mexican import on their shelves was just to my liking. Check out these killer kicks! For the Mexico soccer team: big W exclusives. Check em' out, come on, for $20, you gatts ta find these.

they make me feel like this:

Beck: Que Onda Guero -

Calexico: Accordion Waltz -

   Also, Dallas Art lovers, and anyone up for some free drinks and a band or two, come and check out the new opening, this coming Saturday at Art Prostitute. The last opening was phenominal; these kids have a real eye for talent, and the new exhibit looks like it will be no exception. Check it out.

Sat. July 22nd, 6-10 PM: Most Likely to Succeed: A Group Exhibition featuring originals and prints by...

National Forest // Dalek
Evan Hecox // Rich Jacobs
Mike Giant // Kinsey
Will Rhoten // Gail Gonzales
Jay Ryan // Cody Hudson
Todd St. John // Gary Benzel
Mark Searcy // Brian Gibb
Matt & Mary Emma Hawthorne
Jophen Stein // Mark Nelson
Nevada Hill // Keith Larson
Allison V. Smith // Bwana Spoons
Jeremy Pelley // Evan B. Harris
And more TBA!

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   The inception of J. Michelle Martin-Coyne's photography exhibit, "I Was An Inflatable Sun", at  the Conduit Gallery in Dallas was, in my opinion, a complete success. I have to admit, though, that it was not solely the photos that had me euphoric with glee on Friday night, there was a little more to the evening than your usually stuffed-up Dallas opening (though the pictures were quite nice).

   Mrs. Martin-Coyne's photos are immense, most in physical size, and all in spirit. The pictures, ranging from the early days of the Flaming Lips to the present, chronicle the bands evolution, genius, and sheer unadulterated wackiness in all it's black, white & Technicolor glory. Portraying both the fans and the band with the honesty and intimacy that only someone on the road with show for a very long time could portray, the series can connect on some level with anyone, whether a fan or not. Studded with props from the bands history in outrageous stage shows, the whole ordeal seems so out of place in the whitewall gallery that it's almost like the placement is a statement in and of itself. The space, also decked out in balloons (I'm not sure if they were just for the party, or the whole exhibition), include such wonderful stage-show items as Wayne's classic megaphone, a smokemachine (billowing into the crowd the whole night), and Wayne's infamous inflatable, crowd walking bubble.

   For this opening, everyone went all out. Wayne Coyne was there, as were some other members of the band, hanging out, talking to people, and taking complimentary Polaroids with fans for signing. Talk about the nicest guy ever to walk the earth, if you haven't met Mr. Coyne, you should find a way to (which might include driving to his house in Oklahoma, which he probably would be ecstatic about). The open bar was stocked with all the wine you could drink and all the sno-cones you could eat. Accompanying the top notch audible selections from DeeJayCeePee  were many giant inflatable walking creatures (yes, including the titular inflatable sun), hoolahoops, "skip-its", sidewalk chalk drawing (which was dominated by a random assemblage of professional artists and made me feel stupid for drawing my little PE logo), a professional hoolahoop girl on a pedestal, a projector show of creepy eyballs, and those things where you stick your face through the hole and take a picture on the other side, I don't know what they're called, but they are the shit. At one point in the evening there was a scantily clad fire breather who set fire to her nipples in front of the gathered crowd, which made Wayne, probably, the giddiest I have ever seen a grown man.

   The best part of the night was when Wayne, seemingly out of nowhere, walks past my wife and I in his inflatable bubble, followed by a couple of people, and so we, of course, follow suit. I lifted the police-line tape that was blocking off the parking lot (to which he said "way to go Luther", which was awesome), and the three of us and a couple of other partygoers all ventured into the surrounding neighborhood for a  stroll and, apparently, to freak-out unassuming drivers.

   All in all, the event was cool, very cool. If your in the DFW area, you should swing by and see the show, not only for the artistic photography, but to add one more dimension to an already infinitely complex and innovative group of musicians and artists. 

>ALSO< Wayne said he's aiming for the movie to come out sometime next spring, in time for the SXSW film festivals, and don't forget to check out all the photos from this night, and many others, in our photos section!

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   Danielson is not to be reckoned with. This one man/family/superband project has sprung from years of development, experimentation, and hard worn experience. Beginning as a thesis project for one Mr. Daniel Smith, proceeding through many incarnations, from concept albums to an upcoming full length documentary; the latest installment in the Danielson Famile legacy is the much lauded and rather ambiguous "Ships".

   This album, like others in the Danielson legacy, is not instantly accessible. You might be drawn into the melodic choruses, the Americana-Orchestra sound, or just the sheer energy, but eventually you'll stay or go for some other reason. Much akin to last years Sfjen Stevens' Illinois, Ships is at once familiar and confusing. Smith screams and wails in his manchild falsetto through eleven careening tracks with such a sense of urgency that the breaks between songs almost become a moment to recuperate and brace yourself for the next overture. When everything isn't nearly bouncing out of control, even the slower tracks seem to be constantly leaning forward, just threatening to tip over the edge of the world, held by a string growing thinner by the second.    Accompanied by a chorus of childlike harmonies (provided by mostly family, and some friends), the sound seems to wax and wane with random frequency. The contrast of such seemingly amateur vocal stylings over fully orchestrated, beautiful compositions is the main aspect of this album that really sets it aside from others in the rapidly growing DIY good-kids community. With some help from the likes of Deerhoof, Sufjan Stevens, Why?, Sereva Maneesha, Leopulde, and Half-Handed Cloud (responsible for most of the orchestral work on Stevens' epic Illinois), the sound in undeniably original.

   Lyrically, themes stay pretty light, tinged with mythology, modern living, moral dilemmas, a sense of family spirit and growth, and (most talked about) Christianity. When I heard about the religious connotations of the Danielson musics, not being well versed in his earlier work, I was expecting something much more subversive; lyrically skirting around the edges of his beliefs, a lack of bad language; but I was surprised to flip to the Danielson homepage only to find it emblazoned with the title: "Official site for the Christian indie-folk rocker". I personally applaud anyone for asserting their views and opinions in general, but with something that has become so controversial (and sometimes suicidal) in the music industry borne like such a flag of pride, I am in awe. I don't want to linger on the religious beliefs of Smith or his cohorts, since I think that the music should and does speak for itself, but I certainly think that it is worth noting and keeping an open mind to. And, in case you were wondering, it in no way adversely affects the musical experience, as has been such a sad truth for so many in the past.

  When thrown together in such a deft and mesmerizing way, the elements of "Ships" become something hypnotic and satisfying that will, in the end, serve of polarize it's listeners. Your gonna love in, or hate it, but, whatever you do, give it a chance and you might be surprised.

Two Sitting Ducks:

Kids Pushing Kids:
 

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   After the horribly annoying Bowling For Soup crowd trickled out of Emo’s for the early show… the crowd for the kick-ass late show arrived at Emo’s to witness some great live performers: Whirlwind Heat. 

   I had only heard the rock and roll styling of Whirlwind Heat on the internet and had been impressed with the breadth of sound the 3 manage to pull off and after witnessing the incredibly energetic group in person I can’t help put recommended them in the utmost.  Between the tight-as-hell drums and the thrashing energy of front man David Swanson the group pulled off a set that was bizarrely and simultaneously full of sound and sparsely accented with moog melody.  The bass lines and driving off kilter drums provided the bulk of music while Swanson blocked out all sense of restraint society has ever enforced on him and thrashed, flailed and screamed about the Emo’s stage.       

 

   The group took themselves very seriously as demonstrated by their matching sneakers, bare chests and matching Frankenstein-like scar tattoos. The uniformity pays off in a big way for this young band because it shows a sense of seriousness to their quest.  It didn’t come off gimmicky like the band that takes the stage after Crucial Taunt in Wayne’s World – the Jolly Green Giants- it comes off like a well-oiled team or tight group of friends who all shop at the same store.   

 

Whirlwind Heat is perfect for fans of music with a fun and aggressive edge and for fans of perfect pop songs with that Moog sound that is oh-so the rage right now.  

PartyEnds.com and Muse Box are giving away a copy of the Whirlwind Heat Full length Types of Wood for absolutely FREE.  All you need to do is email PartyEnds@Gmail.com before July 31^st and a winner will be selected at random.  Please put in the subject line “Whirlwind Heat Contest.”   

You are welcome.     

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   After a Google search of Lions in the Street all that really comes up are lyrics to some Doors song and a myspace page for the latest Canadian rock and roll export.  As much I love Oliver Stone’s Doors movie and the subsequent Jim Morrison jokes that arise in Wayne’s World 2… I am more interested in the rock band LITS.   

   You will be digging them too after you check out the FREE EP that is available on their site http://www.lionsinthestreet.com/index.cfm 

   It is good.  And that’s that.  This blossoming band is currently receiving praise from Magnet Magazine and making the rounds on XM radio.  The overall consensus about them is that they are the Rolling Stones incarnate, but not in the fake way that Jet was the ‘new sound of rock’ or whatever…. Fuck Jet.  Lions in the Street are the real deal.  They could fit right in with the 1970’s rock records I flip thru of my dad’s on during holidays with a confused expression on my face.  Hopefully the boys in LITS will tour their asses off soon and I can see the real deal.   

   In Austin, the closest thing we have had to a band that was rock and roll unapologetically without being horrible was Young Heart Attack. They will be forever missed.      

Already Gone:

Mine Aint Yours:

Rock is alive and well in Canada.

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     Yes, I know we talk about the prolific rapper/singer/writer/all-around-bad-assed dude who goes by the nom de plum of Astronautalis relatively frequently. We comment on his dexterity of word play, his unmatched ability to freestyle about anything (and actually create an interesting, catchy, clever song with it), and his overall skillz to pay the proverbial billz when he grabs the microphone. And if your so tired of us doing so, read no further.

    Once again, Andy dragged us through his wonderful world of southern-charmed finger lickin' spittin' at Dallas' Liquid Lounge. I might add that I was at his liquid lounge show only because I missed the preceding days CD release in-store at the eminent Good Records and corresponding shindig/show at Denton's  Rubber Gloves, both of which I will regret missing for the rest of my adult life. But, despite, I'm sure, pouring his all into the other shows, he was no holds barred for the 20 or so fans that graced his Saturday performance; wowing the leftover kids from the MayorJohnsonMraz-owskies band who defiled the stage before him (who racked up some extra shit-list points for playing a Ryan Adams song).     I don't know how, but the freestyles just seem to get better and better (I guess practice would be one way to explain it, but I like to mysticize it more than that). Never have I heard such inspired off the cuff metaphors, fueled by so few fans, and so many drinks. It seemed that everyone in the room wanted to buy Mr. Andy a round, and it soon took on the air of offerings to the happy Buddha that is Astronautalis on stage, as he danced and wailed, the bottles and shots created their little shrine at his feet.

    Covering all of his best hits (well, to me they are hits) and some tunes I hadn't heard yet, the event was more than you could ask for. Splice in the aforementioned freestyles, Andy's unprecedented stage presence and audience banter, and the fact that the usual laptop back-tracks were accompanied by an inventive and skilled guitar player, weaving crazy effects with melodic accompaniment, a top notch turntablist with a Kaos pad, and a full drum kit, the results were magical.    

    If you missed it, too bad, but I will always and forever suggest that if Astronautalis comes anywhere near you, to rap or otherwise, you should seek him out at all costs. And buy his new CD. And download everything you can find. And order the super-rare-Japan-only-vinyl-limited-edition-$300 album that even he doesn't know about, cause I'm sure it'll be good to.

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