The Inventory Of Our Desire

Slow Revolution

There are strange forces at work, lurking underneath the shiny, impeccable surface of this place: Looming behind all those perfect little fence posts and neighborly smiles, there's a sense of isolation, of emptiness, a hint of claustrophobia, that fear of being in the wrong place, too far removed from where things are really happening. It's true: darkness has fallen upon suburbia. Welcome to the unadorned world of Innhverfi.

Using a play on the Icelandic words for "suburbs" and "introvert" for its title, Innhverfi is the debut solo album from Sigur Rós' and Jónsi's touring keyboard player/percussionist Óbó – in his passport it says Ólafur Björn Ólafsson –, and although comprised of no more than 7 compositions, it does run the gamut of suburban bliss turned upside down: After the LP's minimalistic opener "Úthverfi", a track that melancholically opens up after a long, immensely dark and brooding intro, that ultimately offers some respite in the form of playful Glockenspiel over layers of slow-moving sonic lava, the equally cinematic "Svartur galdur" leaves much room for Óbó's trademark baritone: Like a bespectacled puppeteer with fluffy hair, he seems to shuffle and rearrange home-recorded bits and lullaby-like DIY pieces in front of our very eyes, which can't help but follow, as we move deeper into the somewhat forlorn suburban landscape that has inspired this record. Imagine dark, wet streets, overcast little alleys, and suddenly a cat or a candle on a windowsill, breathing slowly.

Elsewhere, "Gjallarhornin" – all spoken words, piano, strings, vibraphone, rearranged like a whirlwind in slow-motion – makes way for a hopeful oomph deferred and silent-movie era melodies, while "Stilla", an instrumental, commences like early Efterklang, but there's no gaudiness on the horizon: When the subtle electronics and percussions erupt in the end, it all feels just right – if only for a brief moment. Finally, the subdued birdsong and jazz-inspired piano of "Fyrirbo∂i" underline that Ólafsson has worked on motion picture soundtracks in the past – e.g. The Good Heart, Steypa –, and before it all ends, he even throws in a foot-stompin' alt-pop song of sorts ("Rétt e∂a rangt?"). The last stop of this journey into the haunting underbelly of the suburban mind is "Gullregn": A creaking door that opens to unveil his own garden of forking paths, a place where one can still decide, shake things up, jump the fence and run, leave before it's too late. It's pure possibility, presented in a golden light.

Although Innhverfi is his debut effort as a solo artist, Óbó's musical handwriting has been all over the Icelandic map in recent years: A multi-instrumentalist and a wizard on percussions, he studied piano and later composition in various European cities and has performed and recorded with artists such as Sigur Rós, Jónsi, Emiliana Torrini, Stórsveit Nix Noltes, slowblow, Benni Hemm Hemm, múm, Jóhann Jóhannsson, Úlfur Hansson and Valgeir Sigur∂sson, to name a few.

Though few will be able to understand the lyrics in his native Icelandic, one thing is certain: Innhverfi is the very antidote to the affliction and troubles it sketches out. Turns out we've been in the right place all along.

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Óbó: Rett Eda Rangt?

This is the end of time
Let's all hug and say goodbye
This is the end of time
We're all heavenward and weary

The babes the guns
The waist the punks
I don't need no human friends
The cars the wars the shopping malls
I can leave you all behind
And I will chase my brother's shadow
Leave my own hung in the closet
The stars that I can hardly see
I know you're looking down on me

And Jesus by the way dear lord
You always protected me
From father's harm his wicked laugh
It echoes through the canyon
The earth will spit us out one day
Like broken angels cast away
Lets just hug and say goodbye
We're all heavenwards and weary

But love will come into our hearts
On that final day where life
Meets us at the edge of time
This will not be televised
The televisions all have died
Filled with water cyanide
Angels winged ones will survive
We're all blind smoke in our eyes
So let's just hug and say goodbye
We're all heavenwards and weary

Cocorosie - End of time

Johnny Flynn and Laura Marling Travel Light

I can't feel anything
except this pain in my back
which beckons me to lay down
lay still
in a vacant death
in a paralyzing loneliness. 
 

Atoms For Peace - Amok Live at the Roundhouse

David Lynch - Pinky's Dream (feat. Karen O)

Today we share a new song to inspire the weary-disappointed hearts of so many crest-fallen citizens.   We just started working on a new album, but “Smoke ‘em Out” begged to be turned loose on the world now, as a means of participation during these turbulent yet invigorating times.   Joined on guest vocals by our fellow Future Feminist ANOHNI, “Smoke ‘em Out” welcomes the new character who will be occupying the White House with a mob of women and children armed with forks and knives. In the wake of this unnatural disaster, we feel a call to rise, shout, and burn the house down. The future is female.
peace,  Bianca & Sierra Casady

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"Smoke 'em Out" (feat. ANOHNI)
Engineered and mixed by Nicolas Kalwill

Bums rush out the door
Mama didn't want you anymore
A thornless rose in her side
Despite being bonded by blood lines
It wasn't the right time
She said no more free load
This is the end of the freak show
Half shake and heart broke
Half slewed half snapped
A rat trap snapping back
Hand bone hand me down
Baloney sandwich lonely clowns
Smoke laugh toke craft 
Porn blood piss grass
Piss miss heart hand
Tried to take a stand
Down dropped sales low
The joys and woes
The curtains slowly close
Burning Down the House
Smoke em out smoke em out the dead girl shouts
I was on the verge like so many times
Got children and wives waving forks and knives
The new sound circles round
Slaughter raging death dice 
Fall hot house burn down
Foes upon foes, west to east it goes
The dead girl says let's just be friends
In the glorious tone of marrow and bone
These days of ore
The chance we meet once more 
The smoke lightning crack asunder
The boom of guns the peel of thunder
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Smoke 'em Out(feat. ANOHNI)

Thinking that Giant Sand could never get any more giant, Howe Gelb has done just that by regrouping, expanding and magnifying his vision with the newest version of Giant Sand, calling it (appropriately enough) GIANT GIANT SAND. As a sort of homage, he's named the album "Tucson" after the town he's called home for forty years. This self-described country rock opera, by one of music's leading risk-takers, is set to be released on June 11th, 2012 on Fire Records. Here's a first peak with the fantastic "Forever and A Day".

Giant Giant Sand - Forever And A Day

dark, experimental, lyrical, complex vocal harmonies.
music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jqjtlOP5KA


My devils

Song written by Harman Holiday

Vocals, Guitar, Drums, & Percussion Played by Harman Holiday
Organ, Bass, backing Vocals Played by Dev Hynes
(Blood Orange)

Produced by Dev Hynes and Harman Holiday

Recorded at Red Star Recording Studios 
In Los Angeles California July 2012
Engineered by Jeff Halbert 

Inspired by a Poem by Kati Knox

https://instagram.com/harmanholiday

Go To Me w/ Dev Hynes

cover of "Chiamami Adesso" by Paolo Conte from "Reveries"

Cocorosie - End of time

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