Where is the life we have lost in living?

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Long Gone

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      Sunday's a day for all pursuits of academia. Everything's slow enough as it is, or should be if you're making the most of the free time that weekends bless everyone with. Free time for wine and fucking awesome videos, as well as new music. Tame Impala is a band from Australia and they conjure up some of the fuzziest, most psychedelic sounds I've heard in a long time. Like if MGMT said "Fuck art, fuck pretending and being Different On Purpose and fuck all yall tumblring high school gals (but you're so creative!), "actually war painted their faces and dipped way outta Brooklyn into the true wilds of the Australian outback with nothing but peyote, Black Sabbath, and true bare necessities, with the youthful intent of becoming true cosmic psychonauts divinely surrendered to the spell of Blue Cheer, Jimi Hendrix, and the red morning light. Instead, they simply became enlightened and completely aware of the truly hidden realms of the heart & soul that excessive substance intake only hints at but never reveals. They celebrate their sensory graduation by plugging in and tuning out, for our pleasure. True joy can be found anywhere you look if you have the right eyes, but let Tame Impala's liberal doses of fuzz kindly remind you that you shouldn't have psychedelics without psychedelia. The Canyons edit is sinisterly groovy. Summer is the fucking best.
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