Twenty three year old Robert Dale (aka Belgian Fog) from Seattle, by way of Los Angeles, has crafted a quirky but completely lovable pop track with lofi sensibilities and a small smattering of chip tune sounds. The stand outs for me are the vocal high notes and the lead melody, well done sir.
Belgian Fog – Wait for Help
Wait for help by belgianfog
Think a mix between Hot Chip’s vocalist Alexis Taylor and Siouxsie Sioux (from Siouxsie and the Banshees) and you’ll land pretty close to Abbe May’s sound on this track from her forthcoming album due out this May. Love the fade out on this track as well.
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After experimenting for a solid year with a mellotron and drum machine, ‘T.R.O.U.B.L.E’ was combined with a throbbing electro pulse, reverb-drenched vocals, and haunting background falsetto. The result is a lurching, Frankenstein-monster-esque beat layered with the slinky and sex-sodden drip feed of Abbe May’s voice; an example of the uncompromising doom pop that only Abbe May does so well.
‘T.R.O.U.B.L.E’ builds further upon the abrupt change in gears seen in previous single ‘Karmageddon’. With Abbe May swapping strings for synths, all while maintaining her trademark sexual swagger: retaining the hallmarks of her past successes, but while pushing the boundaries of her musicality. All (and more) will be revealed in her upcoming album Kiss My Apocalypse, due for release in May 2013
Astronauts, Etc. (aka Anthony Ferraro) just released his latest track that is equal parts subtle and moving.
Sideswiped by Astronauts, etc.
Lyrics:
half awake
with a mind full of clutter
under dressed
and i’m searching for cover
looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit
if i can stay warm til i get back home, i’ll never steal again
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get sideswiped
all alone
with a big white canvas
paralyzed
by a fear of progress
every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability
i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind
every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get sideswiped