Nov 25, 2009, 1:45am
Fmly
Your top five artists are not within my scope of interests. Liveblogging your music habits is about as interesting as liveblogging your childbirth and/your suicide. Or losing your virginity. Or the last five vegetables you purchased. Jah/Nah? [ via pblks ] Ye Olde Maids - Cocoa Cherubs

the tenderloin not be treating me well this morning - horns be blaring, maniacs be yelling, sirens be forming a seeming endless wall of high-pitched crisis carriage. to be rectified forthwith by a stroll down to the wednesday market, a large serving of noodles and tea eggs, and tunes from the criminally overlooked solid gold, the very lame banhart who pops out an absolutely genius phoenix remix, some brooklyn lo-fi, and a downtempo (no-tempo?) erlend øye classic. Solid Gold - Armoured cars Phoenix - Rome (Devendra Banhart remix) [...]
Jul 26, 2009, 1:06am
Fmly

Ye Olde Maids is a bedroom project by Cold Cave head/Heartworm Press co-owner Wesley Eisold . It's a duo, but he plays himself and the invented girl, handling both voices. The 10 songs on the God Blesses Us, Mother Dresses Us 123 were committed to tape between 2005 and 2008, which means a lot of time alone in the bedroom. [ via ] I stumbled upon Ye Olde Maids while looking over the Art Fag roster a short time ago and since first listen I've been hooked. There's a funnel of [...]
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Ye Olde Maids is a bedroom project by Cold Cave head/Heartworm Press co-owner Wesley Eisold. It's a duo, but he plays himself and the invented girl, handling both voices. The 10 songs on the God Blesses Us, Mother Dresses Us 12" were committed to tape between 2005 and 2008, which means a lot of time alone in the bedroom. We have the fuzzed synth-pop opener "Cocoa Cherubs" (Six Cents & Natalie's dark-souled post-twee cousin after listening to Joy Division and Blank Dogs) and the swirly carnival churn of "Dreamscraper" to give you an idea of Eisold's [...]

Ye Olde Maids stalk the furthest perimeters of pop, their poltergeist pretty, weather made-up faces cloaked in witch-like shadow, hunched over and hurting in sinful sanctury far from the homes they left shamed and smouldering. "Cocoa Cherubs" is an unearthly ember glowing with utmost malice and wonder from the gnarled, gut-rotted innards of the woods they've made their den, the girls - cross-eyed angelic - rubbing hands together in hunt of sky-lighting, luminous problem-page boyfriend sacrifice apparitions in tribute to some don't-give-a-fuck, glue gone God that promised them parentless motorcycle paradise and left them in the wretched wilderness where [...]