09-28-2006, 03:30 PM
Wherin you post your newest music purchases. Today I picked up:
Morrissey- Vauxhall and I
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Fujiya and Miyagi- Transparent Things (Import)
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"The chorus of Fujiya & Miyagi's Photocopier is engagingly frank. "We were just pretending to be Japanese," murmurs singer David Best. True enough, they're actually a trio from Brighton who owe their name to a turntable manufacturer and the wrinkly know-it-all from The Karate Kid. Their wry humour makes this mixture of new material and tracks from vinyl-only singles (fans of which include Tiga and LCD Soundsystem) not just one of the year's freshest dance records but also the wittiest. Ankle Injuries turns stumbling across a discarded porn magazine on the way to school into a dreamy epiphany, while Collarbone reminisces about childhood injuries via the old spiritual Dem Dry Bones. The music borrows from the best: the frictionless rhythms of Can and Neu!, the bone-dry funk of Brian Eno-era Talking Heads and the stream-of-consciousness surrealism of Underworld. Fujiya & Miyagi's low profile is inexplicable. This is a multi-faceted delight from start to finish."
Morrissey- Vauxhall and I
Fujiya and Miyagi- Transparent Things (Import)
"The chorus of Fujiya & Miyagi's Photocopier is engagingly frank. "We were just pretending to be Japanese," murmurs singer David Best. True enough, they're actually a trio from Brighton who owe their name to a turntable manufacturer and the wrinkly know-it-all from The Karate Kid. Their wry humour makes this mixture of new material and tracks from vinyl-only singles (fans of which include Tiga and LCD Soundsystem) not just one of the year's freshest dance records but also the wittiest. Ankle Injuries turns stumbling across a discarded porn magazine on the way to school into a dreamy epiphany, while Collarbone reminisces about childhood injuries via the old spiritual Dem Dry Bones. The music borrows from the best: the frictionless rhythms of Can and Neu!, the bone-dry funk of Brian Eno-era Talking Heads and the stream-of-consciousness surrealism of Underworld. Fujiya & Miyagi's low profile is inexplicable. This is a multi-faceted delight from start to finish."