the smell of my desperation has become a stench

New Tunes – Typhoon

These guys are an indie rock band out of Portland, Oregon with anywhere from 11 to 14 people contributing to a song at any given time. That’s a crowded tour bus, y’all. I wonder if they ever get into any fights because the violinist forgot to replace the toilet paper roll.

You’re either going to love this or hate it, I don’t see anything in between. They sound a lot like what would happen if Modest Mouse and Arcade Fire made a baby and that baby had colic. I know, that sounds awful, but I am solidly in the camp of loving this, and it’s the dissonance to me that is so beautiful. It’s full of intricate arrangements and orchestration, trumpets and violins and ukeleles, a beautiful moment followed by the lyric, “Turns out that we are shit out of luck.” Tuesday they released a new album called White Lighter:

The song I want to feature is called “Artificial Light” and it’s the final verse that got me:

I woke up in the morning
And the pale light dangled in your hair
I never wake before you
But this time I caught you sleeping there
Yes, you are my sunlight
You are my last breath of air
I would try to hold it
I would try to keep the moment
Like a photograph of the sunset
Like a little kid with a bug net
Like a dying man, I swear
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
But I have no other place to keep you safe
Than in my shaking, ever shaking hand

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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