No Windows?
I first learned of Midlake through coverage by favourite tastemaker, Gorilla vs. Bear. If you haven't checked out this blog yet, do yourself a favor and take a minute (or several) to check it out right now. It's the stuff indie rock dreams are made of. Chris is at the front of the pack on most releases and his passionate leadership has forged a place on everyone's blogroll. Don't believe me? He was also just named Filter's Blogger of the Year.
I keep expecting the sentences of Midlake's lyrics to be seperated by the instructional beep of a 70s projection film. It would definitely fit as the soundtrack to a postmodern pastiche of mod iconography, deliberately self-referential awkward-fitting wigs, and yellowed scientific diagrams illustrating how to create the next hot indie album (everything old is nouveau). I'm both intruiged and perplexed by the strange lyrics (do I smell a Michael Gondry video?) and evolving instrumentation that suprisingly segues between flute and grumbling bass. Maybe I'm just frustrated because making king fish pies takes much longer now without any windows. Maybe tables will speed up the process? No. Hmm, ok. Back to the drawing board, I guess.
Midlake's new album The Trials of Van Occupanther will be out sometime in June including the MASH-reminiscent track "Roscoe" [for download at Music For Kids Who Can't Read Good]. Put it on your wishlist for purchase locally (Strictly Discs or B-Side in Madison).






















