one word

chillwave.

dear tomorrow

some people just want to be left alone. most of them listen to goth. this claustrophobic piece of paranoia from the soft moon is one of those rare moments in the annals of music history that should define a generation. if only the internet weren't born. if only people weren't so post everything. brooding is an understatement. vampires would cringe at this shit. the other tracks from their self-titled LP aren't as forgiving to the senses, and even harder to listen to than tales of suicide. but it's a glorious foray into the depths of confusion. if it were a physical thing, this music would smell like burning leather. kill your family. then a pack of teenagers. then make a movie out of it. brandish your monstrosities on the dance floor, motherfuckers. all hail depression.

albino gorilla is maaaaad

wutchu lukin at foo?

more weird than your grandma

Troll Hunter

wtf where's da blood?

kraut pop gone haywire

the German techno subgenre Electro-lore . 1/8 Duran Duran, 1/8 Magnetic Fields, 1/8 Eno, 1/8 Jared Hess, whatever the hell is left is beyond description.

i really haven't decided whether or not this is the greatest or dumbest thing i've ever seen in all my years as a webstalker.