Dan Bejar – aka Destroyer plays a show at Brisbane Festival’s Spiegeltent as part of his first-ever Australian tour.
Future music fans will look back on this era and wonder what our fucking problem was. By then all the derivative filler & trustfund-funded garbage clogging up our ears will have disappeared and only the great stuff will be left. There’s so much of it, an embarrassment of riches compared to, say, 1995, or […]
This appears to be the opposite of crazy. It’s mundane. Why would somebody describe their encounters with normal everyday situations and then call themselves crazy? Why indeed. They’d have to be delusional.
Don’t pull your pants. Buy this album instead.
“I’d much rather have a minute of awkward silence than me asking people how their night went. Awkward silence has way more to do with the music we’re playing than casual banter”
A feast of cryptic poetics sound tracked by sleepy-eyed saxophones and smooth grooves.
This album blows my mind every time I listen to it.
Bon Iver is hazier than you expect. It is lost and narcoticized, simultaneously desperate and asleep.
Kaputt is a dark city with no easy escape routes. Washed-out horns blow sorrowfully into the night.