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Not Actually Borges
14 April 2006 @ 02:08 am
I don't really follow the music world too closely, so this sort of surprised me:

After dropping their gloriously goofy and endlessly inventive 2003 LP Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?, the Unicorns became extinct. Following a brief resurrection as Th' Corn Gangg, a live side project in which Unicorns songs were recast as backing tracks for MCs like Subtitle and Busdriver, multi-instrumentalist Nick Diamonds and drummer J'aime Tambeur announced they'd soldier on without guitarist Alden Penner (née Ginger) as Islands. To prove it wasn't just another one of their bat-shit crazy antics, they leaked two mp3s: "Abominable Snow", an epic about surviving a yeti sighting, and "Flesh", which revealed a sweaty, sexy side to Diamonds' and Tambeur's songwriting. Both songs were outstanding and, just as important, sounded like the work of the Unicorns.

(cut from a Pitchfork review of The Islands)

That is so fucking cool.  The Unicorns are one of my favorite bands ever.  Sometimes, in the shower, I just sing that one line about dying in a plane crash, over and over and over.  Then I shout "woooooosh - Boooom!" at the end, Unicorns-style.  Try it.

(Keep this information to yourself, I don't wanna ruin my street-cred)

[Likes the Unicorns +1 indie cred, sings in the shower -5000 street cred, reads Pitchfork -3 writer cred, keeps track of cred on a giant Excel spreadsheet -7 cool points]
 
 
 
 

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