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St. Exquisite’s Confessions

Of Montreal

Skeletal Lamping

What a weird day. It felt like everyone else in my city simply forgot to wake up. I haven’t even seen another human today. The only evidence I have that I wasn’t the sole survivor of some city-wide plague was a blissful hour spent listening to one of my roommates squawk to her pet* in a cutesy voice through our shared wall. Imagine this x 60 minutes:

“Come on, birdy! Good birdy! Come on! Come on, birdy! C’mere birdy! Come here! Here, birdy! Good birdy! Good birdy! C’mere, birdy! Come on! Come on, birdy! C’mere! Good birdy! Good birdy! Good birdy! Come on! C’mere birdy! C’mere birdy! Good birdy! Good birdy! Come on, birdy! Come on! C’mere! C’mere, birdy! Come on! Come on, birdy! Come on! Good birdy! Good birdy! Good birdy! Come on, birdy!”

Yeah.

Anyway, how weird is it that Of Montreal is pretty much the funkiest active band at the moment, and has been for several years? Do you guys remember when they were pretty much a lo-fi 60s sunshine band? Weird, but I’m not complaining. I love when bands break out of their established style.

*I’m really hoping she was squawking at the bird. My roommates have been known to pass the hours by acting like cats, dogs, and assorted other wildlife, which I assure you is far creepier than you think.