Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Beets, "My Bones, My Flesh, and Me"

Underage echo-chamber pop from Jackson Heights' own. Pulsating reverb takes hold, etched only by a chorus of exuberant aharmonic yips. Lyrics bespeaking bulimia, or merely self-abnegation, are beyond their years: "But then I will eat again / And I feel like one of them / So I will have to let it out." Watch this space.

"My Bones, My Flesh, and Me"

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