Tiny Mix Tapes review! Rollin Hunt is the sort of happy sad sack that has a keen eye for spelling out the most mundane and making it seem magical with lovely flourishes and demur melodies. The Phoney is a dichotomy of emotions and remembrances that evokes Jon Brion (another mention in Cerberus!) in the apocalypse. Maybe a more put-together Ariel Pink without the urge to destroy good work. The sing-song of Hunt is comfort music, knowing that what we take as everyday behavior is the same shit everyone else is going through. If you don’t believe Hollywood Celebrity hates their clothes, has down days, and would rather crawl under the covers–well, you’re likely right. But their assistants and dog walkers have the same issues and face the same dilemmas we do. And Hunt is there to capture them all and give ‘em back to us in a manner we can understand: singing our problems out until they make sense. Shun the CD version of grab this limited white vinyl, not because it’s hip but because it’ll make you feel more trapped by rent, bills, and expenses as it spins in your dimly lit apartment with few pieces of furniture. One day you’ll get that dining room table and a sofa but for now a coffee table and derelict dumpster chair will do. Gotta have those tunes and a lonely existence. tinymixtapes/cerberus/rollin-hunt-the-phoney
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 00:19:16 +0000
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