I was trying to decide whether to do a journal about my Rubber Soul/Revolver ponderings, Low/Heathen ponderings or maybe funny music and its merits, since I've recently gotten into Flight of the Conchords and The Mighty Boosh, watching the TV shows and listening to the radio series of each. Stupidly, I decided to do this while listening for the first time to a band I'd heard one song of on last.fm radio a while ago. Called Sparks.
I'd heard Falling In Love With Myself Again on the radio and basically thought "tee hee silly". I don't know what made me remember them after so long (months, I'm sure), but I did, and right now I'm listening for the first time to Kimono My House.
And It Is Brilliant
At the moment I'm listening really only to the music, which is glimmery and glammy and glorious and (quitting alliteration) intricate and epic. It has plonky plinky piano (really keyboard, I guess) bazzz-ing guitar and silly hard-to-decipher falsetto often-stacatto vocals. …