This stuff has grown on me like ivy on a wall. These Italian fellers are currently based out of London. They bring a carnival of sounds that dance conceptually between chaos and order, which has me listening to them over and over. The only bands that come to mind while listening to Husky Loops are De Staat and Gang of Four. One concept that stands out is how the flow of a song breaks into a completely different flow, which they do as well as any band that I’ve heard attempt this concept. These guys may not make it big, but what they are doing could well influence some bands in the future. This shit is top shelf as it gets. Pay attention to the bass.
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I stopped at a book sale yesterday at the library south of Chesterland. While looking over a table of books a lady near me was leafing through a book named Big Spenders.
She said,” Can you believe they would publish a book about the troubles the rich have spending all their money.”
I replied,” They are just trying to capitalize on peoples envy by publishing a book like that. I pity them rich folk in that book.”
” Why do you pity them?”
” They don’t know enough.”
” Do you know enough?”
” I reckon I do except when it comes to books.”
While showing her the two books in my hand.
“I’m a borderline hoarder when it comes to books.”
Seeing the book on Hitler that I had picked up she said, ” Ya know he was a very bad man.”
” I find a great deal of good can be learned from the very bad.”
She smiled, looked me in the eye while scooping up Big Spenders and said, “True enough”, as she proceeded to then check out.
On occasion, I run into artists that take me to places of almost pure feeling. It can be feelings of joy, peace or of guilt and angst. This band takes me from joyful peace to angst and back to joy in nanoseconds. Don’t let me forget to make note of the beautiful harmonies….Heavenly, blissful harmonies.
Been listening to this band for a little over a month. Genius at work here on what lies under the tip of the iceberg of my consciousness. There’s a great number of spirits at play, dancing from other realms with ours where Car Seat Headrest echoes.
These are beautiful artists creating good medicine for the souls that share these times.
“For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of people by offering them a privileged picture of common joys and sufferings. It obliges the artist not to keep himself apart; it subjects him to the most humble and the most universal truth. And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge. And if they have to take sides in this world, they can perhaps side only with that society in which, according to Nietzsche’s great words, not the judge but the creator will rule, whether he be a worker or an intellectual.”- Camus