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Holy shit, time flies. Boarded my plane in LA this morning and checked my site to see the last time I posted. Figured it was just a couple months. It’s August. That’s just crazy. Hard to believe. Seeing it makes me feel two ways at once. First, tinged with guilt. I know I need to better job of updating. I’ve got the time, just need a little will power to turn that time into “blog” time. Then, after the feeling passes, a feeling of accomplishment pours over me. My mind systematically and logically goes over all the details. I haven’t updated my blog in almost five months. Why? Well, I’ve been working for hands down, the best audio company in the world. No joke. Traveling all over the place and educating others around a brand that has all the elements to become one of the most influential music products of my lifetime is both exhilarating and draining at the same time. Hard to make time for active music listening and active beer drinking. A hard life, I know.
But anyway, not here to talk about all that. Here to talk about music that inspires. Inspires me. Through a chance moment on this last trip, myself and others were able to introduce Flight of the Concords to someone new. While I find a certain “conquistador” element to introducing new music to someone, it felt this different this time.
To more clearly see this, you have to understand my history with the group. When they first hit the scene, I was obsessed. I couldn't get enough, downloading all the clips and content I could get my hands on. Diving truly head first. The music was amazing and witty and the show was even better. Truly divine. But as the group grew more popular in the public eye, I got less interested, as often happens in the pop culture combine. I stopped watching the show, which had declined in my eyes and thrusted onward towards new and exciting fix.
But introducing the group, with other die-hard fans, to someone new made the nostalgia rush back with overwhelming force. To watch someone laugh as I once did, and at the same time, laugh equally hard myself at the sheer silliness of my environment was indescribable.
On to the actual album. I Told You I Was Freaky was certainly not the most popular of the FOTC releases, but I choose it because I find the attempt superior in two ways. One, the songs, while not as radio friendly, have a bit more bite to them. Not that their previous stuff was dull. Two, the mix quality on this album is far superior to all others. It’s like they discovered that music could be in stereo for the first time. The first track “Hurt Feelings” really starts off the whole journey well. Expansive and well mixed, and absolutely fantastic.
A few other favorite tracks really test the range of both speakers and headphones well. “Sugarlumps” and “Too Many Dicks” have a nice expansive mix and bass detail that rivals some great reference tracks I’ve heard. There’s a lot subtle detail under the surface that makes it a joy to listen to.
The album wraps up well with “Angels”, a heavenly ballad about celestial beings getting freaky up in the clouds. A fantastic cap to a walk down memory lane. I am filled with a longing for the next album.
