Holy shit, it’s 2011! I straight-up JUST watched Patrick Dempsey explain to Amanda Peterson that by 2007 there’d be colonies of people living and working on the moon. AND HE WAS TOTALLY WRONG!! AND YES, I WATCHED CAN’T BUY ME LOVE ON TV!!!! But I think that proves I wasn’t alone in picturing the aughts (’00s) as a hell of a lot more awesomely sci-fi. And as we enter mid-tweens, I have to say, I’m not holding out a lot of hope in the jet pack and hover car departments, respectively. These guys know what I’m talking about.
So what better way to start out the new year than with false starts, cursing, and an indie party song played with half-hearted vigor? This song is far too cool to dance, but I bet it’d sort of nods at shows. Said song starts out the new year as the first Song of the Week of 2011 and is called, somewhat appropriately, “Confetti.” It comes from the search-engine-fighting Pittsburg duo, 1,2,3 and sounds sort of like a slowed-down, crunched-out, much looser version of an early 90’s brit-pop number, all Americaned up. They’ll be releasing something…sometime…on NYC-fave Frenchkiss Records…so stay tuned! For something!
Now we present this song, reader, as our slow, stretching yawn as we wake to the new year. We’re TIIIIRED. But don’t worry. We’ll totally play some party down, get on up music next week, once we’ve thawed out from all the thundersnow storms up here in Brooklyn. THUNDERSNOW!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
THUNDERSNOW!!!
