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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January 25, 2011

Dylan Ettinger & the Heat – “Smokin’” b/w “Miami Heat (The Stakeout)” 7” (Not Not Fun)

Sleeve has clipart pics of a Strat and in the foreground, a Keytar-type of strap-on synth. The background is very “Tron”-ish. The band is a duo of drums and effects-buried saxophone. The visuals on the back are of an ‘80s-looking rack stereo system, a faded-in image of an ‘80s-looking lady that one might find adorning the walls of an old-lady salon, and the background is a vague appropriation of the ocean. Check out those song titles. This shit is not funny, and it is beyond played-out, putting it in an untouchable zone (forever, hopefully). What’s this got to do with how the record sounds? Well, a lack of imagination this dire is bound to bleed into the music, or subtract from the music, to be correct. Right? Hard to say when the music is form-challenged, ambient half-skronk indistinguishable from bales of ‘90s noise records made by 400-lb vagina-repellents who have probably killed another human by this point. Hey, someone had to fill the weeping void. NOT! (http://www.notnotfun.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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