Dude… last week was shit. We found out that our largest (and rather legendary) independent music retailer, ear X-tacy, might be closing their doors. We also found out that our Six Flags will definitely be closing its doors (miss you wave pool). And to top it all off, I’ve been trying to quit smoking. Fuck, it’s a horrible experience that I don’t recommend! If you’re a non-smoker, don’t start. If you already do, keep the smoke stack churnin’ because quitting is psychologically destructive and sucks major dick. I’ve been having dreams reminiscent of the last five minutes of Eraserhead and shit. So, needless to say, things are not well with our hero.

To that end, I’m very thankful that Deep Space Recordings is around to provide me with my fix. Check the glory that is The Fauns (not to be confused with The Fonze, which I could not put up with right now). The Fauns come to us from the motherland of shoegaze, The UK (though their hometown of Bristol is more known for their beats than their beats in space). Not only is this original-yet-true-to-canon shimmering and subdued ethereal pop awesome, it’s awesome sounding. The resonant low end and thick tones on “Lovestruck” are as much of a joy to hear as the song itself. And… that’s all that really needs to be said about it. Sure, I spent most of this entry talking more about contextual and tertiary details that are in no way relevant to The Fauns. But dude, this anecdotal evidence is all you really need to know… I was bumming, this song turned my frown the fuck upside down, and it’s massive and beautiful. So have a listen below, venture to Deep Space Recordings to hear more streaming audio and look at The Fauns’ stash (as well as other fine artists), and we’ll talk again soon. Laters.

MP3 :::
The Fauns – Lovestruck