The Blow

Been loving True Affection by The Blow (from PDX, bitch!) for a long time, and in the absence of any new music lately (due to some technical difficulties) I decided to listen to the five albums I snagged a long time ago. This stuff is strange, I have heard some real minimalist kinda music before but this...it turns out that music can exist without music. It's like none of them are playing any instruments or singing at all, and somehow music is just happening. Like an ugly girl who knows good angles to take pics of herself so that she looks fine as fuck but really, she has no rhythm, no melody, the songs barely even have structure. It's like music in a vacuum of music. Descartes would hate it.