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Here's another solitary boy-poet.
Those who record everything at home – I always imagine them as in a slightly dark photo, where the only source of light is the computer monitor; bent over the guitar, the keyboard, and their own feelings.
Then, if you notice, even though they do everything alone, they never go by their own name: Kieran Hebden is Four Tet, Jonathan Bates calls himself M e l l o w d r o n e, Jamie Stewart becomes Xiu Xiu, Patrick Zimmer turns into Finn.
Andrew Broder shares their sensitivity, the one who hides within the fog (Fog).
Take, for example, Four Tet and slow him down or speed him up, occasionally: the variety and absurdity of sounds is similar. However (and, even in this case, occasionally – because our foggy Andrew isn't the type to maintain the same mood for more than two minutes in a row), add a voice: weak and off-key, of course.
You’ll have the music of Fog.
In "Ether Teeth" (Ninja Tune, 2003) the world of Andrew Broder unfolds like this: between nursery rhymes with unpredictable rhythms (What A Day Day) and whining lullaby-rock laced with sounds of unknown nature (See It? See It?).
There’s a sweet minimalism, devoid of any pseudo-intellectual pose, in the light piano notes punctuated by someone chewing gum (The Girl From The Gum Commercial) and in the chirping of birds barely disturbed by Andrew’s timid na-na-na in the final Cardinal Heart.
It will never sell much, no. But solitary poets aren't looking for that. And we... we are looking for them.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 What a Day Day (04:11)
It's great to see the people that you saw yesterday!
See them today, and say "Hey!" "Hey", then say, and you go on your way-
It's great to be the people that they saw yesterday!
Hey! Oh, hey!
The ex-boyfriends are cowering inside the SA
When Hitler marches down Lyndale like the Champs-Elysses
I declare today to be "What-a-Day" Day!
"What-a-Day" Day!
If you need me call my lawyer...
I'm going where the stoplights turn green for ya...
I declare today to be "What-a-Day" Day!
"What-a-Day" Day! "What-a-Day" Day!
"Hall-o Sheriff!" "Hell-o Mayor!"
Later Rinse Repeat...
07 No Boys Allowed (04:16)
We are warm where we are...
I am totally fucking prepared to declare nuclear war on every boy in every band...
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