So this week, the Mixtape bands were picked at quasi-random, to ensure parity and to re-introduce some variety. Or something. The ANBAD donkey is keeping it old school to reflect this back-to-basics approach.
Welcome to the ANBAD Midweek Mixtape, the place where the maddeningly inconsistent meet the infuriatingly inaccurate ™:
FIRST! DD/MM/YYYY have been around for a bit, but still, strangely haven’t made that final leap I’d been expecting. Perhaps it’s because their data-field moniker reminds people that their credit card payment is overdue.
Their excellent new song I’m Still In The Wall has a video that makes me worry that invisible people might be watching me while I’m on the toilet. The song itself burbles and loops winningly, proving that 8-chip blooping can at times move away from it’s video game roots. Lovely.
SECOND! Filed Under: K is merely using a mind control powers to confuse innocent record shop workers. If you see a rack-filler in your local HMV store holding the latest release by Filed Under: K and anxiously glancing back and forth between the ‘F’ and ‘K’ sections, you’ll know why. Bush Rat (ft. HypeMan Sage) is the kind of thrillingly hands-in-the-air, knees-around-your-ears drum ‘n’ bass that I perpetually worry doesn’t get made any more. Excellent.
THIRD! Awaken The Bride make almost exactly the sort of CHUGGA-CHUGGA MENTALIST music I never feature on ANBAD, but three occurrences changed my mind:
- Playing this kind of music at regular intervals is good for the soul,
- Their song, Whoa, Powered Laces taps into the only reasonable source of nostalgia in the world – namely Back to The Future Part 2,
- The email they sent me was so pleasant and friendly, not featuring them would have been more than my soul could bear.
Fortunately, it turns out that their guttural, bowel-bustin’ rawk is actually pretty good. So everyone’s happy. Hooray!
FINALLY! Murdering Tripping Blues make, well, exactly that. Kind of lethal, kind of psyche, kind of bluesy. I like names that explain things clearly and concisely. Come Into My Waters is a dustbowl of fuzz and scuzz, which ends with the sound of hammers raining down on the band and their instruments. Nice.