This song came to me by enchanting the likes of my kitchen, looming on the top of the couch and picking up signals like the answer to the room's dead space. We all stood mesmerized at an equal distance, for not even he who burned the mix knew what the song was per my inquiry. But the detektiv got to the bottom of it and delivered the information to me in time. The answer was (and is)
E18 - Detektivbyran
This is for those who wish the synthesizer could camouflage itself into being a little more traditional. This is for those who wish their life had more accordion, (despite the Ukrainian fellow that played your Baba's funeral and the preceeded to preach to you about the importance of post-secondary education.)
This is not Beirut, though that is an often reoccurring allusion to anything that sounds European, making us all look like naive indie kids who have never left the geography of our own bedrooms. Isn't Beirut the capital of Lebanon? Does Beirut really sound Lebanese? Shouldn't Mr. Condon have chosen a capital a little more...Skopje?
It's all tangible:
here at the official webpage, alongside pretty digital wallpaper and cartoon's busking; or in the world of MySpace, without visual glamour + 3 extra tracks
To the ruins at the top of a cliff basking in Scottish broome, probably somewhere in Lebanon.
-Tara
