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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
PAN and HLEGER are two strands of DNA separated by 9,984 miles (or 8,676 nautical miles if you’re a sailor). But time and space being only a function of the apprehension of the manifold (obviously), the two genetic artists have synthesized and metastasized to form the super-group PAN + HLEGER. South Africa and Los Angeles, sister cities that share a deep spiritual bond, are finally reunited and it’s two bastard, tweaker sons fight on to once and for all rip your eyeballs away from the computer screens and television ads and video games and away from the distractions of your phony shit-life in order to release you back into the wild where the real human beings sing hymns to cast out the demons and celebrate Bacchanalia in a general sense. Leave it all behind, burn your books, then listen to PAN + HLEGER a la table rasa. Their combo recordings will sound shitty to your dumb ear at first, it did to mine. But don’t be a sucker, listen and ask yourself “When was the last time I heard music this perfect?” I’ve already said too much, PAN is knocking on my door at this very moment and about to take me on a bicycle ride to the coast. As for HLEGER, does anybody really ever know where he is or what he is up to? Is he drinking tea in Johannesburg? Or is he selling furs on the Limpopo to the Bantu? HLEGER, like PAN, is in his own ethereality swimming with the great whites. But as always, as time is becoming pressing, I’ll drop the bullshit. PAN + HLEGER is dirty folk music. It’s lo-fi, but sample ridden. The recordings sound rusty and grimy - a fucking nice breath of authenticity if you’re suffocating like me. This music is living and imperfect, like the twin brothers who recorded it. Music is cool but PAN + HLEGER is better. I am in love with PAN + HLEGER, they are more than a group, they are the way the truth and the light. But if you’re a little intimidated by it and need some advice so that you too can stop listening to bad music and learn to love your new PAN + HLEGER musical overlords then listen to LISA first. It’s a beautiful song.
EDIT: You're right, H.O.D.
HLEGER - StuartFerraro; Meek Joe; Lisa; Lets Get Dissociative; Groups of People; When Red, Dead, and Static; Honda Spaghetti House; I like nature; Leopard Girl; Poor Old Me; Everyday (Cover; Buddy Holly); Bamboo Grove; Korea
PAN - Dad's House; Oregon; Delaware; Olympus Mons; Newt; Lemur; Carlo Rossi; Blue Mango; Heathecliff; Galaxy Island; Nebraska; DeAndre
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