Once in a while, good fortune smiles on you in such a way, that even the most hardened of hearts and most devout of atheists might believe that an invisible, all-knowing force is guiding things. I would like to take this very first installment of Destructoid's new music feature, Aural Fixation, to evangelize not only about how great this feature series will be, but that, "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
My experience begins with just another visit to the well-known, independent record store in New York City called Other Music. Were you able to namedrop a mere fraction of the sort of musical selections there, you might be able to hold court with Lord Nex without him laughing at you when you confuse Faust and Can (Remember, kids, Damo is a clear difference).
Scouring the used CDs usually just leads to finding albums that I've been meaning to buy on the cheap, and low-risk experimentation with bands I've never heard. Last week, though, I struck $1.99 gold with this find.
Black Out is, as described by their own web site:
Hit the jump to see what you've been missing your whole lives.
I was unaware that the correct way to play Xbox 360 with your friends is for each of you to have different games sitting on your laps. Perhaps it's a symbol of affluence to go along with the prep school uniforms, stately southern mansion, and limo ride to school.
I hazard that the logic must go: "I've got so much money, I've got games I haven't even played yet in my lap -- and so do my friends." I must say, I prefer the diamond grill and spinners to this brand of showiness.
Stage mothers everywhere should be in awe of what Judy Watson has accomplished here: writing lyrics, organizing a CD release, video, web site, and marketing materials for her son's band. This will undoubtedly ensure that once these boys hit puberty and look back on this, they will be shamed one hundred times over for being willing participants in such a grand scheme.
The Black Out media onslaught continues with a behind-the-scenes rehearsal for the Video Games video, and this interview on Fox 5 DC!
My suggestion? Change managers now, and deny any creative involvement with the mother. Sue for back royalties and use of your images, divorce your parents, and start listening to Acid Mothers Temple as soon as possible (or alternatively, the Boredoms). Still, Black Out is the best joke band to hail from Virginia since these guys, so it can't be all bad.
For any further information, get in touch with the band yourself, either through their MySpace, or the publicly available e-mails on their web site.
E-mail Hunter at firstname.lastname@example.org
E-mail Matthew at email@example.com
E-mail Tug at firstname.lastname@example.org
Enjoy, until the next installment of Aural Fixation, which I assure you, will be at least slightly more serious. If you have any suggestions for musicians you'd like to see interviewed, don't hesitate to contact us.
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