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They have released the video for their new single from their upcoming album NARROW STAIRS.

Reviews of this one are mixed at my house. I love the creepy repetitive nature of the song. My wife dislikes it, because, in her words, “It’s creepy, and too repetitive.”

Answer: Quite possibly the experimental indie rock band out of Minneapolis known as Cloud Cult.

And this is very important because their newest album, Feel Good Ghosts (Teapartying Through Tornadoes), is officially releasing on April 8th. And they already have it available for download on their website for $10. I’ve uploaded Story of the Grandson of Jesus, track 9 on the album and my favorite so far, as an experiment and you can listen to it in the player below. (I haven’t used the Wordtube plugin before so if you are having trouble playing it, leave a comment or send me a note.) I bought this CD about 2 weeks from their web site and haven’t taken it out of my CD player yet.

I’m not really any good with reviews, but here’s a unique review from theSneeze.com.

And I wholeheartedly agree with this sentiment from theSneeze:

(On a side note, I’m personally asking you to please not download the album illegally. In cases like this, you’re not sticking it to the major labels — you’re only taking money directly out of the pocket of a very nice guy who is literally making this music in the basement of his Minnesota farm house. Thanks!)

http://www.piday.org/

I hope you had a merry Christmas.

Andy Mckee – Drifting

The Shins – Pink Bullets

Lyrics:

We think we’re heroes, we think we’re kings We plan all kinds of fabulous things Oh look how great we have become

Key in the door, the moment I’ve been longing for Before my bag hit the floor My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss And a story they’re a gift to this world My only claim to glory I surely never knew sweeter days Blows my mind like munitions I’m amazed

So much heaven, so much hell So much love, so much pain So much more than I thought this world could ever contain So much war, so much soul Moments lost, moments go So much more than I thought this world can ever hold

We’re just children, we’re just dust We are small and we are lost And we’re nothing, nothing at all

One bomb, the whole block gone Can’t find me children and dust covers the sun Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion But to some another fun day in Babylon I’m gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun My life is done so now I got to kill someone

So much heaven, so much hell So much love, so much pain So much more than I thought this world could ever contain So much war, so much soul Moments lost, moments go So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought this world could ever hold So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

So much heaven, so much hell So much love, so much pain So much more than I thought this world could ever contain So much war, so much soul Moments lost, moments go So much more than I thought this world could ever hold

The Asylum Street Spankers are named for a street in Austin, Texas, that once led to the State Asylum. They’ve been called a postmodern jug band and “Hee-Haw for hipsters,” among other things. They use fiddles, resonator guitars and even a saw, one of five instruments key contributor Christina Marrs has taught herself.

Their music is drawn mostly from the early 20th century, yet many of the lyrics aren’t suitable for NPR — they’re a bit too naughty. But as Jacki Lyden notes, the act is witty and wacky, a bit reminiscent of the late, great Spike Jones and his orchestra.

(blurb via npr.com)