The lo-fi, electro-pop project of Davye Hawk, Memory Tapes (also known as Memory Cassette and Weird Tapes at times) got hot off the blogosphere before Pitchfork’s Best New Music really solidified his success with the project. I know, this story is getting repetitive. Welcome to indie-rock in 2009. This is how we do it.
Perhaps a little more dramatic than Neon Indian and a little less dreamy than Washed Up, Memory Tapes still sounds surreal and in some weird way like an acid flashback from a childhood spent in the 80s, but Hawk’s music is less childish, more Freudian or something. There’s a darkness on the edge of marshmellow town is what I’m saying.
Shit, I must be getting lazy. Or it’s just kind of late. Memory Tapes is great. And if you’re not cool with that, then you’re just plain not cool. You dig, Mr. Anonymous?
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