I remember the 80s, vaguely, and it was never this cool-yet-hot-pink, ever, but I truly enjoy remembering it this way every time I throw on this somewhat-aggravating record. You see, Transfix, through a coldwave/Liars lens, warp just about everyone our favorite decade had to offer, from The Chameleons to Echo to Depeche Mode to Joy Division, yet don’t sound distinctly like any of these bands. And they WEIRD things up enough to preclude any serious aspirations for commercial growth, so I know they’re on the level, yet… Why do they do the things that they do? The heart of the decade that introduced me to the worthless culture of Pepsi and Domino’s beats in every one of these goddamn tracks, and if that isn’t a Casio at the beginning of “Living” I’m Stevie Vai in tight pants… Maybe I am after all though, because I feel sexy. And when those misty swabs of effects form a mist over a track on Side B I feel like I’m ready to quit my job and see if Transfix need a manager. Then I hear one of the other cuts on the flip and wonder if T-fix have joined German Army. And also, a song like “Slip Away” turns the game around on us all. It’s catchy like M. Piazza and rides like a dream. It’s the sort of cut I could imagine playing at a roller rink, and only a few of us are ever going to hear it! Ash your tears out in the nearest tray, dog-dicks, and don’t forget to tip your local micro label.
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