Hummer

Dreamy, noisy, extremely lo-fi, fucked-up pop/trip-hop. Fog is Andrew Broder, from Minneapolis. Odd structure and screwed up lyrics, in a good way, that is. Slightly political. Short but eclectic EP, with standouts 1, 2, 5 (but consider 4, 6 as well).

*1. Fucked up Morphine. Starts with sax no-wave tones, flat vocals, straightforward loud drumming; falls into quiet part with videogame like sounds, sax is back, then vocals and drums; more noise. *
*2. Trip-hop, dreamy, slow, sweet vocals. Gradually builds louder.*
3. short quiet filler, sparse piano notes.
4. Slow, quiet, minimal piano ballad that seem to be telling about a baby but in fact discusses the artist’s own penis (according to a SF Weekly interview). Ends with some semi-erratic percussion.
**5. Noise loop and backdrop, deep tribal beat, dark spoken vocals delayed and echoed. Grows louder, more sounds and noises, slow cello-like tune comes in. Amazing.**
6. Acoustic strumming; mournful, broken vocals. Quiet beat and percussion join in the middle, louder finish.
7. "Flags can’t get stars right" – political commentary? Slow, dreamy vocals over noisy loops.