Showing posts with label Meursault. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meursault. Show all posts

March 2, 2009

Meursault//The Furnace

We here at OSS (and by WE, I mean ME, because let’s face it: I’m the only one here) have been getting A LOT of mail. A LOT. That’s been cool, because it means that YOU are out there. And hearing from YOU is fun, even if it does make US wonder if a gmail account can actually explode.

I’ve been doing my best to respond personally to inquiries, notes and suggestions for sweet songs. I think it’s about time to formally acknowledge the old inbox here on the blog, so this will be the first installment of a feature not unlike L!M!F!, which I will call, boringly, Monday! Mail!. I am hoping everyone will enjoy starting and ending the week with surprises, just to keep life interesting. Like, L!M!F!, I’ll be highlighting only the highest quality tracks, so you never have to worry about downloading crap.

I love hearing new stuff and playing call-in DJ, so keep your submissions and requests coming and look for a post in Monday’s Mail: justonesweetsong at gmail.

The first M!M! is from Matthew Young of Song, by Toad, who wrote in to rep for some awesome and oft-overlooked bands from Edinburgh. One of the bands he brought to my attention was Meursault.

Meursault, which I can only assume is named for the main character from The Stranger by Camus, is a gem of a band and I’ve been genuinely enjoying listening to the somewhat unfortunately named Pissing on Bonfires/Kissing With Tongues. I’m a sucker for innovation in instrumentation and the combo of banjo and electronic beat is enough to enrapture me right out of the gate. This song also has a catchy hook and an interesting take on shouty vocals, that aren’t offensive like shouty vocals can sometimes be.



The Furnace.mp3

One additional note on Pissing on Bonfires/Kissing With Tongues that I couldn’t exclude is that the title track of the album is directly (and I mean DIRECTLY—no mistaking it) ripped off of Neutral Milk Hotel’s “Song Against Sex.” For how interesting and original the rest of this album is, this seems like a weird choice. I’m not sure if this was intentional, but it’s very, very obvious. Consider this my note to you, guys—what’s the deal?

More about Meursault. Also, if you happen to live in the UK, these guys play out.

And the worry that you carry
Is another word for courage.