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		<title>Even Malaysians get the blues</title>
		<link>http://tobob.com/201006/deep-blues/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 03:07:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Luke</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(while eating dinner) LR: (singing) We all live in a yellow submarine! RJ: I know that song! I love that song! LR and RJ: (joyously singing together) We all live in a yellow submarine! RJ: (after the cacaphony quiets down) When I was a little kid (in Malaysia), we used to sing that song all [...]]]></description>
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<blockquote><p><strong>LR</strong>: (<em>singing</em>) We all live in a yellow submarine!</p>
<p><strong>RJ</strong>: I know that song! I love that song!</p>
<p><strong>LR and RJ</strong>: (<em>joyously singing together</em>) We all live in a yellow submarine!</p>
<p><strong>RJ</strong>: (<em>after the cacaphony quiets down</em>) When I was a little kid (in Malaysia), we used to sing that song all the time&#8230; But it was a bit different. It was about a blue submarine.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Amazing Upcoming Prog / Math Rock Release</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 03:07:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Luke</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everyone's favorite hipsters open with one of their reliably depressing musings on life and time...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>(LR and her friend T spent an hour planning their next album)</em></p>
<p><strong>Band</strong>: Zulu Leprechauns</p>
<p><strong>Album</strong>: Zulu Leprechauns (self titled)</p>
<p><strong>Tracks</strong>:</p>
<ol>
<li>Progress Hurts</li>
<li>Answers are Free</li>
<li>Tricks are Looking for You</li>
<li>Horses Rock</li>
<li>Freezing Bubblegum</li>
<li>Disco Rainbow / Silent Rainbow</li>
<li>Gimme Some Robot</li>
<li>Dogs and Cats Skydive</li>
<li>100 Dollar Monsters</li>
<li>Step Away from the Pig</li>
</ol>
<p><strong>What the critics are saying:</strong></p>
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quotes[4] = "latest features"
quotes[5] = "prove their patented sound never goes out of style by opening with"
quotes[6] = "prove they still have greatness in them, opening with"
quotes[10] = "confound once again, opening with"
quotes[7] = "deftly avoid the sophomore slump, opening with"
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quotes[1] = "helpless proclamations and self-incriminating taunts, clanging guitars and foggy, jumbled arrangements,"
quotes[2] = "sweet, perky, folk-pop kisses,"
quotes[3] = "multiple-movement symphonies and keyboard-fetish arrangements that can only be described as overcooked,"
quotes[4] = "a precocious jumble of power chords and smart aleck prurience,"
quotes[5] = "a quivering opera of existential agony that swells from its breathless introduction to a distorted chorus sounding like the Magnetic Fields covering Marty Robbins' \"El Paso,\""
quotes[6] = "a subdued no-fi explosion anyone already familiar with the band would expect,"
quotes[31] = "a sleepy and hazy andante that practically invites idle speculation about the band's prehab pill regimen,"
quotes[7] = "a dark, delicately composed opening sequence, wherein shots of synth are fired into vast, open chambers, and vocal cut-ups echo and pan across the Bucaphelan bounce,"
quotes[8] = "a high-pitched, muffled scream, clearly emanating from the cold circulatory system of a computer and without the slightest notion of making you feel all warm inside,"
quotes[9] = "nasty, metallic slamming noises that rhythmically frame the subtly delivered vocal hook thereby intensifying the confusion,"
quotes[10] = "Commodore 64 inspired bleeping and faint crackling sounds sneaking in and out,"
quotes[11] = "a terrifying verse backed primarily by the high-pitched vocal screech tones that the band seems uniquely able to perform,"
quotes[12] = "the lead singer's lungbursts as he accompanies himself with a fist on the roof of his car,"
quotes[13] = "the lead singer belting like a conspicuous olden minstrel who'd be murdered by his knights, crooning like a homeless, yankee Morrissey, warbling like an acid-bent Jim James, panicking like a bansheefied M. Ward, and even occasionally barking like a castrati Casablancas,"
quotes[14] = "soft lamenting over Muddle-ish acoustic strums, while the lead singer's wife whispers along, her barely audible murmurs more haunting for their delicacy,"
quotes[15] = "slowly undulating strings perfectly hinged on a bubblegum melody which is instantly moving, yet nailing gothic disquiet both on and off the page,"
quotes[16] = "verses lurching along on a repeated bass note and scattered percussion,"
quotes[32] = "so much latent violence and haunted by a more palpable sense of unseen menace that you worry your head will explode,"
quotes[17] = "vignettes of enormous drum-fill rock, plaintive piano, Johnny Rotten impressions, and surprisingly strong harmonies,"
quotes[18] = "a dive-headfirst-into-an-empty-pool, take-the-subway-to-Queens, snap-into-a-Slim-Jim, forget-to-bring-back the-library-books, tire-pressure-dangerously-low, sneaking-fireworks-across-the-Illinois-Indiana-border kind of cacophony,"
quotes[19] = "gestures of voice, guitar, and rhythm promptly drowned in brake drones, the shuddering of the decrepit old tracks, and plastic-protected ads for acne surgery and model-proffered Budweisers,"
quotes[20] = "droning guitar tones that run at excruciating/ecstatic durations, pulling the flesh of your chest until the band comes in to twist your nipples,"
quotes[21] = "harmonica wailing over stomping drums as a trumpet blasts a fanfare for the common confused lover,"
quotes[22] = "a shimmering, humid glaze from the keyboards in a manner that fondly recalls Herbie Hancock's Sextant,"
quotes[23] = "a sonic palette that wholly evokes their nom de feedback and fashions a 33-minute subterranean landscape of gargling mud baths inhabited by the robotic chirps of rusted aviary grubs,"
quotes[24] = "a sonic nod to the criminally forgotten Vancouver noise crew Pork Queen-- well, if those Canadians reformed to cover swatches of Throbbing Gristle sauerkraut, extracting porno evil, and presenting preternatural industrial howl as pedestrian video game music --"
quotes[25] = "a wildly exuberant blast of telecaster majesty whose seething, stripped-down production provides a vital injection of youthful crunch,"
quotes[26] = "a laconic guitar vamp, startlingly bereft of any murky reverberated beauty,"
quotes[33] = "stomps and claps and a heavy array of bass drum hits, violent chants (\"Bring them, we choppa off they head!\") and island bongos,"
quotes[27] = "time-delay claps, muted cymbal crashes, register bells and \"Tequila\"-style guitar,"
quotes[28] = "over meekly struck piano chords, played earnestly and without any trace of excess-pageantry,"
quotes[29] = "acoustic guitars and slight percussion that wilts beneath keys and sprinkled pedal steel flavorings,"
quotes[30] = "shimmering, aquatic xylophones and drums crashing in a fractured march while a woozy bass spills like a cloud of ink all over everything,"</p>
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quotes[2] = "sweet, perky, folk-pop kisses."
quotes[3] = "multiple-movement symphonies and keyboard-fetish arrangements that can only be described as overcooked."
quotes[4] = "a precocious jumble of power chords and smart aleck prurience."
quotes[5] = "a quivering opera of existential agony that swells from its breathless introduction to a distorted chorus sounding like the Magnetic Fields covering Marty Robbins' \"El Paso.\""
quotes[6] = "a subdued no-fi explosion anyone already familiar with the band would paradoxically expect."
quotes[30] = "a sleepy and hazy andante that practically invites idle speculation about the band's prehab pill regimen."
quotes[7] = "a dark, delicately composed closing sequence, wherein shots of synth are fired into vast, open chambers, and vocal cut-ups echo and pan across the Bucaphelan bounce."
quotes[8] = "a high-pitched, muffled scream, clearly emanating from the cold circulatory system of a computer and without the slightest notion of making you feel all warm inside."
quotes[9] = "nasty, metallic slamming noises that rhythmically frame the subtly delivered vocal hook thereby intensifying the confusion."
quotes[10] = "Commodore 64 inspired bleeping and faint crackling sounds sneaking in and out."
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quotes[13] = "the lead singer belting like a conspicuous olden minstrel who'd be murdered by his knights, crooning like a homeless, yankee Morrissey, warbling like an acid-bent Jim James, panicking like a bansheefied M. Ward, and even occasionally barking like a castrati Casablancas."
quotes[14] = "soft lamenting over Muddle-ish acoustic strums, while the lead singer's wife whispers along, her barely audible murmurs more haunting for their delicacy."
quotes[15] = "slowly undulating strings perfectly hinged on a bubblegum melody which is instantly moving, yet nailing gothic disquiet both on and off the page."
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quotes[31] = "bristling with so much latent violence and haunted by a more palpable sense of unseen menace."
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quotes[19] = "gestures of voice, guitar, and rhythm promptly drowned in brake drones, the shuddering of the decrepit old tracks, and plastic-protected ads for acne surgery and model-proffered Budweisers."
quotes[20] = "droning guitar tones that run at excruciating/ecstatic durations, pulling the flesh of your chest until the band comes in to twist your nipples."
quotes[21] = "harmonica wailing over stomping drums as a trumpet blasts a fanfare for the common confused lover."
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quotes[23] = "a sonic palette that wholly evokes their nom de feedback and fashions a 33-minute subterranean landscape of gargling mud baths inhabited by the robotic chirps of rusted aviary grubs."
quotes[24] = "a sonic nod to the criminally forgotten Vancouver noise crew Pork Queen-- well, if those Canadians reformed to cover swatches of Throbbing Gristle sauerkraut, extracting porno evil, and presenting preternatural industrial howl as pedestrian video game music."
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quotes[1] = "being composed of riffs bogarted directly from REM's \"Crush With Eyeliner.\""
quotes[2] = "its flailing horns and cipher-styled vocal adlibs."
quotes[3] = "its being the obligatory oh-so-menacing and spacy ballad; it serves as the \"meaningful\" song on the EP."
quotes[4] = "a beat that sounds like what might happen if \"Flight of the Bumblebee\" got mixed with the theme from Psycho and random female utterances."
quotes[5] = "its being a spoken word blues otherwise in the tradition of Taj Mahal, rendered silly by a sophomoric rant and wavering ear for melody."
quotes[6] = "its being built entirely around a single repetitive Latin-tinged sample as the record pops and clicks conspicuously."
quotes[20] = "a smattering of pseudo-infant vocalizations, ushering in a unwelcome recap of the opening music box tones."
quotes[7] = "a less than tactful use of the tres, a Cuban guitar-like instrument."
quotes[8] = "its fragile guitar fumblings and sex-deprived vocals."
quotes[9] = "its squeaky, arrhythmic chord changes and vaguely sexual moans."
quotes[10] = "its being a frothy sludge where the line between live performance and pre-recorded tape segments blur."
quotes[11] = "four minutes of guitar vamping that accurately mirrors one's mind going AWOL."
quotes[12] = "drummer Phillips and his scatting across his drumkit while screaming about being master of his domain and nothing ever going his way."
quotes[13] = "a distorted brassy wheezing noise that runs throughout the track and sounds like a slowed-down train whistle."
quotes[14] = "vocals at a heightened toothache pitch that suggests the lead singer may have just sucked all the helium out of the Goodyear blimp."
quotes[15] = "the boys' sped-up voices eventually reaching true Alvin and the Chipmunks velocity."
quotes[16] = "a clichéd bass clarinet melody that stands in a corner, sees the Light, and then speaks in tongues."
quotes[21] = "an unsuccessful fusion of guitar stabs and snare that were no doubt intended to recall the unquenchable vengeance and contempt of Melville's symbolic white whale in a little over two-and-a-half minutes."
quotes[17] = "screwball raygun zaps, brassy jazz embellishments, and tepid drums."
quotes[18] = "the fact that the track stretches the band's magic so thin, I seriously considered starting a band just so I could quit in disgust."
quotes[19] = "the fact that the drummer tries to distract us from the overwrought lyrics by thumping the daylight out of his kit in a passable homage to Death in Vegas' \"Aisha.\"."</p>
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quotes[1] = "snowballs packed with rock-hard chunks of melody, and in each case, the lead singer's voice abrades the solid lines down to the bare minimum, and the band fills in the resulting space with pure venom."
quotes[2] = "acoustic guitar, glockenspiel, and a phased-out violin to conjure sadly sweet pastoral visions."
quotes[3] = "frosty, noir-ish atmosphere and precisely evocative lyrics about street merchants and jellyfish."
quotes[4] = "strum und drang that puts most prolix rock bands' best riffage and structural histrionics to shame."
quotes[5] = "rising cello and violin which evolve, with the addition of guitars and martial drum taps, into a loud triumphal procession."
quotes[6] = "entwined guitars: one bowed, one screwdrivered, one gently plucked. With the entrance of the cello, violin and rumbling toms, the guitars begin to shriek in a distorted \"Amen.\""
quotes[7] = "crushing paranoia with locomotive percussion thundering toward a breakdown and a looped recording of a supermarket welcome message, giving way to indecipherable megaphone vitriol."
quotes[8] = "a wash of humming synths, echoing guitars, and pins-and-needles noise that comes just a little too close to human screaming."
quotes[9] = "echoey chimes and looped glockenspiel reverberating while Francophone children dreamily play and sing. The playground, however, is weirdly menaced by liturgical organs that soon close with a momentary burst of dense, jangly rock."
quotes[10] = "Sonic Youth meets yo' mama after a coke binge."
quotes[11] = "rifts from a one-chord fuzzbox strum and droning textural noise into a tranquilized, orchestral slumber party."
quotes[12] = "arena-rock explosions of crying guitars and dramatic rock opera atmospherics that warrant a tailgaters' riot in the parking lot after the show."
quotes[13] = "menacing ambient fog that settles over the ears like gauze -- cosmic, almost cartoonish synths straight out of an Ed Wood flick are backed by manic, fractured breakbeats that become increasingly cutthroat, eventually swallowing the melody like a python gorging itself on a terrified squirrel."
quotes[14] = "air-raid sirens screaming, while a shuffling beat emerges from behind layers of blurred static and the bassline slides its way down the rave rabbit hole, emerging on the other side stained with background drones, almost trance-like in their ethereality."
quotes[15] = "a strange ambient wash with random kick and high hat stabs, culminating in the addition of (and someone check this for me) a crooning, echo-laden Morrissey snippet."
quotes[16] = "a strange sing-song that approximates Bodenstandig 2000 with its fractured, atonal rhythm; the couplets becoming deranged manifestos, lurking behind rumbling bass swells and breaks that writhe and twitter like dying millipedes."
quotes[23] = "a fevered hallucination in which some Sri Lankan ceremonial samba gets wrapped up with an anesthetized, ancient starlet droning \"Bessame Mucho\" until her throat bleeds."
quotes[17] = "a fire and brim stone buildup broken up by fuzzed-out bass drops and a coked-up flute, racing a gruff bear of an MC and his vampiress sparring partner."
quotes[18] = "the band smacking away at various objects not previously recognized for their musical properties before a mariachi-like trumpet sets the party up with a solid Latin thumpathon."
quotes[19] = "brooding, burbling bossa nova that fellow retro-futurists Manual would sell off some of their Red Army memorabilia for."
quotes[20] = "various analog effects threading around the lead singer and Berlin-period Bowie synth washes settle a polluting pall over his dejected vocals."
quotes[21] = "glockenspiel tinkles, ground bass notes, jittering saxophone, sputtering tabla runs, sitar jams, and acrobatic vocal melismatics."
quotes[22] = "robotically looped harmonics coupled with a layered crunch of the wall-of-sound that collapses on top of the band."</p>
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<p>&#8211; <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20051107020815/http://www.dangpow.com/~dayjob/pf/">Pitchfork Review Generator</a></p></blockquote>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7315825@N04/2275017292"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 0pt none;" title="Golden Robot Giveaway!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/2275017292_ea03a2d6bf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="Golden Robot Giveaway!" hspace="5" width="240" height="173" /></a></p>
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		<title>Love will find a way&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://tobob.com/200912/love-will-find-a-way/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:07:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Luke</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[What shall we give him? Brown bread and butter.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>(In the back of the car, listening to nursery rhymes)</em></p>
<blockquote><p><strong>Music</strong>: <em>Little Tommy tucker<br />
Sings for his supper<br />
What shall we give him?<br />
Brown bread and butter.<br />
How shall he cut it without any knife<br />
And how shall he marry without any wife?</em></p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p><strong>LR:</strong> I know! He can go to America and marry a boy there if he wants to!</p>
<p><em>Mom restrained herself from commenting that he can only marry a boy in some states.</em></p></blockquote>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7886635@N06/1079313492"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 0pt none;" title="God Bless America" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/1079313492_f08c45c575_m.jpg" border="0" alt="God Bless America" hspace="5" width="240" height="180" /></a><br />
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		<title>Best teacher in the whole world</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Luke</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You have to do it for the guitar songs.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>(while putting away the remainder of the Halloween stuff in our garage)</em></p>
<blockquote><p><strong>RJ:</strong> <em>(playing with two giant tarantulas used during Halloween) </em>This is Bromley, and this is Snyder. They&#8217;ll be showing us around today.</p>
<p><strong>Dad:</strong> I&#8217;m putting some music on.</p>
<p><strong>RJ: </strong>The scary Halloween music? That&#8217;s a good idea.</p>
<p><strong>Dad: </strong>No, something else today&#8230; What do you think?</p>
<p><strong>RJ:</strong> <em>(starts grooving)</em> Hey&#8230; This is&#8230; funky&#8230; The good kind of funky.</p>
<p><strong>Dad: </strong>Yeah, it&#8217;s pretty good.</p>
<p><strong>RJ:</strong> <em>(suddenly stops dancing around)</em> It&#8217;s got funky guitars!!!!!<br />
<em>(launches into a massive air guitar solo ending with &#8220;rock-n-roll hands&#8221;)</em></p>
<p><strong>Dad:</strong> <em>(amazed) </em>RJ&#8230; What was that!?</p>
<p><strong>RJ: </strong>Guitars!</p>
<p><strong>Dad:</strong> And where did you learn that from?</p>
<p><strong>RJ: </strong>Mum showed me. You have to do it for the guitar songs.</p></blockquote>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34035965@N00/431611094"><img class="aligncenter" style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/431611094_d050b81632_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" hspace="5" width="240" height="180" /></a></p>
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