Get in here and shut that door, boy; quick, yer letting the heat out! Didn’t you hear? There’s Icy Demons outside! What?! What do you mean you “haven’t heard the legends?” Didn’t yer ma and pop teach ya anything??? Lord o’ mercy. Well, what’re ya waiting for? Sit down then... I guess it’s a granddad’s job to do everything around here.
Ya see, legend has it that every fall, when the last of them colored leaves is finished fallin’ from the last maple tree, that’s when the Icy Demons come. Awakenin’ from their summer of slumber and fresh off of the release of a new album of demonicly crafted pop inventiveness, say, this year’s Miami Ice (TMT Review), they descend upon the land of the mortals and rove the countryside with their ill-gotten chums, frostin’ over the farmlands and blowin’ down the thermometers with their icy breath!
Oh, and you better believe they’re a-comin’ for us, the whole cursed crew, with their terrible siren songs meant to lure the unawares outside into the chill! It won’t be long now. I can hear ‘em marchin’, even now. There’s the fearsome Pow Pow (Man Man, Need New Body) on drums, the demented captain Blue Hawaii (Need New Body, Bablicon) on bass and vocals, the woebegone Jeff Parker (Tortoise) on guitar, the insatiable Josh Abrams (Prefuse 73, Sam Prekop) on upright bass, the maniacal Chicago improviser Tomeka Reid on cello, and, of course, the flesh-freezing Russell Higbee (Man Man) on guitar! They’re all comin’ for us, I tell ya! I can feel it now, boy! The grip of the Demons’ icy fingers on my heart! Runnin’ along the left side of my body! Tinglin’ my left arm and... aw, wait. Call an ambulance, boy.
Ice Forecast:
* of Montreal
** Yeasayer
*** Royal Bangs
