"It Never Ends"
With all the recycled Ariel Pink vibes flying high in the sky, and every dude with five pseudonyms ripping off Skaters/James Ferraro-ish like its their job, its refreshing to hear some damaged AM gold worth its weight in reprocessed dreams and conjugal visits. Raw Thrills is that shit, and, if you've got a heart, and its beating, two things that may or may not exist in the current realm of indie-blog fuckery, it should be pretty god damn apparent. Apologies for all the expletives and potty talk, but the in-yr-face synth squabbles created by Zak Mering are the sort of undeniably twisted pop gems that make ears perk up with WTF intrigue. Easily digestible, like cherry jubilee english muffins at 5am, Raw Thrills jams is the sort of Casio beat synthesis John Maus/Haunted Graffiti & non-depressed, never goth Depeche Mode fetishists have been searching for. Dude has been creating jams for years, as part of Philippians, Insted, and a host of other acts, but seems like the air is opaque enough these days for Raw Thrills to break through the bedrooms of lost MySpace voyagers and into the hearts of cassette tape wizards and blog douches everywhere. If I had the time, I'd listen to everything this guy has ever created on repeat, all while mainlining Chloraseptic.
Don't have any mp3s, but it doesn't really matter because Raw Thrills seems to be made for multi-media, hence why his YouTube channel is now my playlist for the week of January 11th.