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A fan of The Mercury Program and Maserati.

It’s no secret that I love the Mercury Program. Their 2004 album “A Data Learn the Language” brought a surprising intelligence to what could have just been droning repetition. Lush, beautifully-recorded orchestration, the use of vibes as a melodic center, and intensely geometric (there’s no better word) song structures all led to an atmosphere of unusually vivid texture.

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The lamen, thinking only of Mick Jagger and his rooster strut might bark the former inspires the most wicked of onstage pleasures. But the musician, after all, has at least a little bit of "normal people," peasant blood in him. He's only human. You, sir: do you feel more at ease galavanting onstage like a lunatic alone, or with eleven other people? One might say that the members of the indie collective are more enabled to put on a good show, hop around like a monkey, lose their shit like a teenage girl screaming along at a Justin concert. There's a psychology of the masses, and it says this: even the most idiotic of ideas can gather exponential rushes of gathering energy behind them, which grow and grow into a spasmadic explosion of bliss; imagine what happens with a good idea.