We chat for about an hour covering Lehning’s history, his process with several projects and some of his upcoming collaborative projects; including a fascinating piece with Jasmin Kaset that stems straight from the mind of Pee-Wee Herman.
The backing beat is borderline vaporwave but supports the vocal line from Jonesiii perfectly as it crosses between a crooning refrain and a smooth-yet-driving verse.
Do you know the Internationally Famous Twin Kegs bar? It’s a great dive on Thompson Lane that, occasionally, has some very bizarre karaoke. It also, apparently, has a very odd YouTube channel featuring a series of soap opera style commercials cast with various bar staff and a few familiar faces from around town – Dean […]
..in which we stumble upon a 2013 youtube series featuring Lindsay Jamieson hosting bands with a 48-hour song rework challenge.
The band describes them as “garage pop” which is fitting for a good majority of the tracks but undersells their diversity.
As with most of their songs, there’s a flippant Have A Good Time vibe to the whole thing but it’s not without it’s actual substance as the lyrics are a confessional piece about the difficulties of traversing high school sexuality.
In Episode Four, Vidalotry explores the 1968 televised debates between Gore Vidal and William F Buckley, Jr. Host Ryan Breegle looks at how Gore prepared his witty remarks in advance, the speed at which the debate became nothing more than a war of words, and how both men were greatly affected by the aftermath.
An extended theme song from Dave Paulson sets the tone for a whirlwind episode. Ashley and Jamie provide an exhaustive apology regarding the egregious faux paus of Elizabeth Woodville from Episode Six, celebrate the questionably gothic antics of President Abraham Lincoln, the unassailable Phil Lynott, the unpronouncable Domhnall Gleeson, the better-than-Ryan-Adams Mandy Moore, deliver a high priority Suits update and provide a deep dive into Ashley’s bathtime rituals. All that AND the bag gives insights into Jay Duplass, Nigella Lawson, Justin Bieber and David Letterman.
Aside from the fact that it’s instrumental, the production and instrumentation here veers heavily into an almost Muzak zone. It’s borderline corny but entrancing with its variety.
The production here is thick and murky with the songs embracing an almost transcendental state of immersion.
Like an acid trip veering off course, the vocals ripple with derangement, sounds swirl in and out and you’re pulled further down the rabbit hole.
I thought it was doots but it’s not. Regardless, some pleasantly soulful beats here ripe for usage in a longer form.