# anti whimsy resistance struggling against the daily hegemonic plastic happiness of breathy indie volk pop (the ongoing process of polite pinky lab playlist eradication continues here at bsz hypercorporation surbass alpha zero) systematically nonthreatening bourgeois forms spawning directly from neoliberalism and associated brain-worm infestation creating a low bar of entry and keeping the status quo able only to focus on issues affecting predominantly researchers constructed of little but chalk and porcelain gaining sympathy by placing fragile stereotypes of the researcher next cubicle along yet in realty act as a pack of flinty eyed social climbers all jostling for social media exposure featuring predictably media pretty singers oh so finely fey - seemingly alive with infantilizing wonderment and kooky eccentricity patient crafts with happy redemptive endings expressing largely meaningless and heavily symbolic language intimate yet distant wide eyed rolling cathartic conversational songs deftly shifting between a feigned ferocity and corporate fragility each so wise beyond ir years - so softly simpering and laid back cloying or overly precious effortlessly effervescent lusciously hued proggy psychedelia with oh so lite dustings of incense peppermint and sunshine soaked hooks axiomatic rainbowing deification dehumanizingly elfin in synthetic nature where such marshmallow muses allegedly awaken each soft new morning in forest clearings to nuzzle deer and sing to innocence charmed swallows before adjourning to bathe naked in innocent sunlit pools of fresh lukewarm twee diminutive in relation magical in ir unavailability and delicate constitution playful rather than earnest lyrics retro typed with laughably uncanny maturity upon fine art-deco carpets utilising skillful applications of egg tempera in classic portraiture weaving various symbols associated with the fine arts subtly positioning themselves in contemporary contexts flatly autobiographical dissections of the pseudo complex natures of modem middling class romance with intuitive vulnerability and sagacity eccentric angels apparently overflowing with fine scandinavian cheekboned creativity sharing ir beautiful inner worlds successfully combining electropop and nordic folk in an elevating manner enchanting all with both innocence and wisdom inbuilt tones of smooth mystery ir singular role being to impart hard won yet aloof oldie-worldie tumbleweed mysticism on reverential listeners precious insularity of excessive uniqueness invested in overlong madrigal muddles demanding nothing of listeners nor able to offer much demonstrations of authenticity through carefully curated interactions with stage managed emotion where willowy ethereal looks and emotions flow seamlessly from track to track as soft yellow light creeps through hand made floral curtains crystal clean psychedelic rivers of synthetic introspection and keen observation romanticizing struggles with quiet designer disorders for the sake of shameless elf promotion in which hope rises from heartbreak sounding as though raised in pastoral new hampshire yet now since obviously relocated to quote 'l-a' where creamy voices carefully canter over deft custom finger picked guitars each oh so bright so jangly celtic violins as clear than cerulean spring poreless darlings geeking out on zero calorie sweetness with well practised naturalness happy go lucky and painstakingly adorable aesthetics each creation neatly wrapped with hand made birthday ribbons perfumed like fresh artisan sourdough bread ongoing voyages of patient elf discovery while undoubtedly talented feel bland bloodless and aggressively pleasant meaningless yawns in quiet private bookish corners lined with soft eardrum cotton when misplaced prancing love for offspring of gurdjieffian overdriven fuzz sounds seem wildly inappropriate small dabs of inexplicably minor magic from maudlin lofi shuffling spellbinders banging another iron nail in manic pixie dream coffins belonging to professional starry eyed bedwetters and other corporate pr-merchants of mass cultural la la land emotions expensive headphone ready favorites using the regenerative beauty of the natural world as a diffuse pink emotional vaseline lens one used to examine the kind of spiritual growth happening only through painful experience romps through familiar desert stomping grounds (where even the dirt that gets on ir faces is clean in the resulting pop video) brimming with kaleidoscopic imagery populated with magical animals otherworldly coyotes and blue fish in the mouth of a magic bird bringing comfort through presence and consistency lush yet sophisticated amalgamations of psychedelia and dreamy avant-pop recorded almost entirely in a luxury home studio the artist shares with ir partner and fellow bandmate juxtaposition of mystical vision cossetted within meticulously assembled instrumentation creating dynamic tension between external and internal worlds navigated so intrepidly feet planted firmly on earth but reaching for the stars researcher henry swanson: oh brother i'm gonna projectile puke researchers against stoner hacky-sacking are aggressively uninterested in such awful weak arts muzak and now manifest in-scene to destroy all that is 'lite' the despicable uncritical banality of hellish aspirationality to unceremoniously smash everything which dilutes and flattens for charming accessibility to rage against all whose curiosity does not extend beyond the parameters of soul charmed weaving / colonial-izing basketization while retaining one's indie pop sensibilities naked status seeking and mooning directly into the camera as the background segues into another kitschy 60's inspired vignette mute that tepid dead mall elevator white noise - they can all naff off back to la la land - scientists want answers not analgesics this elevator's currently heading for the basement moments before the rotting blue ash-grey faced dead flood in for 'now' is never the time for such tepid indie whizz water // republic of bob