craving to be coddled so we feel fake-safe 2xLP/CD

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"A faulty chromosome is what I named my music on account of people asking me "what are you, retarded or something?" all the time. The music is a slopbucket of sing-sung-alongable-songs full of fuzz and tremolo, sock-hop hand-claps, 8-bit blips, mashed casio chords, collapsing guitars, and drum machine'd beats all bundled up in a warmish childhood memory of hiding underneath your grandma's kitchen table while watching an episode of Mister Rogers with her overweight cocker spaniel (what was his name? Keebo? Keeno?).

People have called it "loser-pop" or "hip-plop" or "jangle-slop" or "lo-fi-college-rock" or "shoegaze-bop" and -- although those are all adorable names -- I just try to make happy and hopeful songs that sound good to me? It probably sounds like a mix of everything I used to listen to when I was a kid (magnetic fields pavement replacements screeching weasel dead milkmen ministry xtc joao gilberto freestyle fellowship pere ubu buddy holly built to spill nirvana new kids on the block minor threat chrome new order sun ra lake of dracula phyllis dillon ...)

We have snuck our way onto bills with acts like: Dan Deacon, Atlas Sound, The Radio Dept, the Vivian Girls, HEALTH, Rose Melberg, Ariel Pink, Half Japanese, and other such-sounding indie heartthrobs (I'm not trying to impress you or anything, because I'm sure none of those bands even took the time to watch us play, but just so you have some sort of frame of reference)."

- Eric