STILL SINGLE

A space for thoughts on music and culture, as written by Doug Mosurock and a select handful of individuals. This is intended as a supplement to our regular feature Still Single, published on Dusted Magazine. Updates will run here more frequently, and may feature writing on music not covered in the column. Compact discs are still not accepted for review -- we have more than enough vinyl and the occasional cassette to worry about.

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September 8, 2010

Sleepovers – “Secret” b/w “Sleepovers Are Fun” b/w “Together Forever” 7” (Hozac)

Truthfully, some sleepovers are not fun. Especially loathsome are the ones peopled by former members of various plural noun bands, all over the age of 20, no, scratch that, clearly over the age of 25, wearing footie PJs and confusing car dealership/community college TV-jingle or parents-are-at-work daytime PBS kiddie programming melodies with a little sum-sum the trained ear knows as a hook. As Calvin Johnson proved IN 1988…this shit is caaaah-reeeeeee-peeee! Is this a spoof of the Sad is Bad agenda? See, once again, someone needs a refresher course. Dawgs can’t even get the fonts right. Forced positivity works a lot better if you use cute and squeezable visuals. You can use every shade of every approachable color in the spectrum, but if your S’s, L’s, E’s, P’s, O’s, (especially your O’s) V’s, and R’s are all scrawny and semi-jagged, your Hozac moment is getting flipped over like it was IDM; your 7” forgotten like the movement in question “forgot” (selective intellect!) that Olympia, Washington happened. Puff that shit up; make each letter round, fat, furry, and sentient…bustin’ out of the produce section, takin’ tickets at the petting zoo, catchin’ a back-atcha smile from the sun a la 1^st Dinosaur LP, pickin’ up trash in the courtyard at the old folks’ home, that’s it! Sad is bad, indeed! And make some shambling pop that doesn’t induce 10-second bouts of short-term memory loss. Introducing a new micro-sub-offshoot-branch-wing genre of the Sad is Bad movement: This is Bad. 500 copies. (http://hozacrecords.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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