Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Thursday, July 2, 2015

CURIOSITY ROVER: BEATZLEVOX

There is next to nothing about Missoula's Beatzlevox online. What I know, what I can tell you, is that Beatzlevox may not truly be of this world. I'm speaking sonically, physically, and psychically. Though I'm at a loss for posting some streaming tunes for you people, I wish I could, the bizarro electro-jams Beatzlevox creates are truly untethered by space and time.

What you'll be seeing: a lone individual wearing something akin to a Mardi Gras mask, breathing heavily (or singing) through a vocoder, hands tied to a combination of keyboards and other electronics. Be skeptical, but WANT TO BELIEVE, Beatzlevox will win you over 1,000 fold with what you'll be hearing: space-funk, transdimensional pop plugged through a plethora of pedals, Kraftwerk For a Future Generation . It's a crazy thing, and we're definitely nuts at Total Fest HQ. We love to push the weird and we've found another stellar (literally) example with Beatzlevox. You're gonna love it. We promise.

Monday, May 16, 2011

GUN OUTFIT

There are some bands that lend themselves to bizarre introspective thought that only really makes sense during the asphalt daze of a roadtrip or whatever the hell you think about while passing in and out of consciousness. For example, Meat Puppets, Sebadoh, and Unwound are bands that have always lent a connection when I find myself on a long walk home after a shitty day's work. The weirdness and warm feelings those bands evoke seem to draw away the tedium of pounding the sidewalk and dwelling on the concept that the only good boss is a dead one. When my friend gave me a tape of his new band, Gun Outfit, I popped that shit in the tape deck and was instantly excited about the next time I found myself pissed off and bored (which, if you know me, didn't take long).

The riffs Gun Outfit seem to come up with in their sleep are so awkwardly catchy that it sends me back a decade or two to trading tapes of "You're Living All Over Me" and zoning out until the school bell releases my mind to more productive pursuits (like finding out why Jenny said hi to me in the hall - does she LOVE me???). My friend doesn't play in Gun Outfit anymore but unlike many of your "friend's bands," that hasn't done a damn thing to keep me from loving this band more with every release. Get ready to lose your head in the clouds and get weird.