Folds in your hands

Well it's a bit hard to contain myself with my headphone volume at 11. It's makes this communicative medium seem as relevant as a shadow in the night. But whatever. Hopefully the people reading this consider the setting alternative.

So rip it open. These guys are so rad... been listenin to em for a few months now. I think they've gotten good radio time so y'all are all probly tired of em. But... for the love of god, respect the synthesizer.

There's just.... look, people. When it comes to heavy synthesizers/pop keyboards, there's a very fine line between the grungy, mash-your-fists-into-the-keys garage approach and the highly refined grumblings of an electronic behemoth. Granted, the instrument itself can cover a lot of ground. But the real magic is in a synthesizer than can pick up a three-ton rock and throw it into the crowd to make some waves. Some tones just weren't meant to be created by an instrument descending from the most regal of the regal. But this tone, which I consider to be a cross of this lady and this thing, is just collabulous. That's "colossal" and "fabulous" mixed together.

Kindly refer to the rolling arpeggios in the prechorus on top of the orchestral track underneath.

You can hear the nastiness and the grumble ring out at the end of the song.

Lasagna's done.


I believe in a world where literacy is paramount. I believe in a world where men and women can achieve the same. And I believe in a world where I don't fucking burn myself every time I try to take something out of the oven. It sucks!

The week is half done (finishing writing while this pound of sexy pasta cools off). It's been pretty nice so far. The weather has been overcast. But with my American diet of officemeal and 32 ounce headphones, I've hardly noticed.

So... I'm... gonna make this unbelievable culinary masterpiece disappear. And then get back to work.

Enjoy the synthesizer :)

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>> "Folds in Your Hands" by Passion Pit on Manners