Showing posts with label Erland Oye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erland Oye. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Erlend Oye and the Ginger Gift


You might recognize the voice of this kid from your late night millionaire readings of Milton and the non-stop shuffle obscure by Kings of Convenience on yer neat little computer speakeasys .
Erlend Øye and Eirik Bøe are silverliners since boyhood in Bergen, Norway where the acoustic pop-folk dynamo began writing their anomalously-titled & deliciously infectious debut Quiet is the New Loud (2001), featuring sweet Si&Garf worthy melodics and intricate assuaging string theories of tympanic infinitude .
This kind of royalty is not bestowed upon the mere expedient among us, but only boys that cater your bosa nova in a way most sympatico to the aural escapade .
See our voca-tarist in the Park abloom



Erlends current solo clever is another remarkable Berlin-based group of similar (elitist?) legend, présent
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-bubble gum indie'lectronica that sets the toe popping pulse a grade higher, lets none remain ungroovish .
Dreams was released summer 2006 in Germany, came wake across the way a bit later .
Neatelite video quack


The one lack of pro quo with the elite, however, seems to be the price of a plate to join them in black and white . They play NYC on April 21 but Tickets for either group begin at a steep 70 clams that few part time beach combers may be able to afford. But eh, the crowd might as well be the pocket-hugging yuppie hipsters we can't abide and noa good time if we can't make the list .
But if ye dig it, by all means sample the shore for the free flotsom out there and hear it from the noisiest shell ye come across.

- eyre out