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Dream Attics
“Like A Pretty Song”

Dream Attics

Having been through the ball-ache of reclaiming one’s personal expenses in recent weeks (we got em back, FYI. No one was more surprised at this result more than ourselves. Usually we just let this shit slide as, truth be told, we have never been that great at tracking finances especially our own. So a particular FYI to any bands currently trying to nab our attention right now…), we discovered that whilst we’re used to comfortable living – we have a car, a flat, have been dining out at such fabulous locations such as Nandos on the reg, and typically don’t have to think too hard about whether we can afford to go out at any particular time which is apparently the dream that most 20-somethings slurged out of the botty-end of higher education want these days (so apparently, all us young adults want right now is to, well, not have any worries or problems in lieu of something exceptional happening in our lives. A bit like being a child living in a bubble, in a way) – we don’t actually splash out that much in terms of extravagant purchases. We will buy some clothes on an annual basis, and then proceed to wear them for the next 3-5 years until the fashion doctrine goes full bloody circle and essentially regurgitates itself. In an attempt to cheer ourselves up from one or two lingering elements from last week, we went out and tried retail therapy. Westfield Stratford. You’re not as stressful as proper Westfield, but fuck you’ve got a lot more shit happening within you. We bought one of those smart tellies, like the ones from Minority Report that you can control with your mind. We haven’t got it out of the box yet, but we will get round to it. Today’s soundtracking comes in furtherance of our rather effort-consuming attempt to chill the fuck out, and it doesn’t really get much better than US duo Dream Attics. They are in part from Chicago, and in other part from Milwaukee. We are unsure which parts come from where but we’ll get over that. Genre-wise there is not much these two aren’t covering in terms of bases – amongst claims of proficiency in the worlds of pop, electronica, indie and hip hop, Dream Attics are the first musical act of its kind, to our knowledge, to delve into the often-murky and frequently-mishandled genre of “real shit”. Here is an example of “real shit” when it is handled correctly. Anyway, in all seriousness, this nicely plods along real easy and you unwittingly get this stuff stuck in your head. A bit like a pop song. For references, we’ll go for elements of Dan Croll, Thumpers and Yaysayer for additional rhythmic value. Get on it.


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