Adrian Orange - Bitches Is Lord

Alright, what the fuck, I left this morning with 80 views and come back to 163 (edit: 195? double edit: 212? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?) This means that a) Joe is still shitting up this blog and not tagging things and b) o_e_c is posting (and not being an asshole... :|) c) I AM WORTH READING DAMNIT READ ME!!

SO I SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING BECAUSE OTHERWISE I WILL HAVE NOT CONTRIBUTED TO MY OWN FUCKING BLOG AS MUCH AS THOSE TWO JERKS HAVE.

So. I'll give you this shit, because nobody ever listens to him enough.


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Adrian Orange is basically the dude from Thanksgiving. Well, it is the dude from Thanksgiving. You don't know who Thanksgiving is? Man, you fucking suck. This album is full of hipster mumbling and guitar strumming, and is under 20k listeners on last.fm. It's lo-fi as fuck, and I'm pretty sure this man is strung the hell out while he's writing, because most of it sounds like a man mumbling to himself (but the difference between you and him is that he's not doing it to be ironic) and trying to play his heart out on guitar, but he's just too damn drunk to do it properly. Too many cheap beers? Probably. Basically, sounds like a better version of you, a more heartfelt Bright Eyes (also more out of tune and way less upbeat), and maybe a drunker and mopier Mountain Goats (dunno, I kind of fucking hate them)... ohhhhhh, I forgot, you can play this in starbucks when you feel like ordering a tall cinnamon latte and moping in the corner. This is an album to pull down your cardigan sleeves to, and cry when that new girl in the Try Me Bicycle post leaves you (because you're too fucking cool and her hipbones started to really hurt... and you listen to more mainstream music than she does, asshole.... My blog is here to help you win her back.) The vocals will win you some new hipster pussy, every girl loves men who can't sing in one octave without their voice cracking and have to falter every three seconds. Basically fucking listen to this to be depressed and chill in starbucks. It's an album that will make you wanna watch some hipster documentary on global warming or whatever the fuck really depresses you. It's like watching somebody break a beautiful ten thousand dollar fixie, in slow motion, going office space on it's ass. I dare you to not feel sad and listen to this. Or maybe go camping (if you can brave the outside long enough) and keep this on. Learn the songs, bed some new girl. That other one was too edgy for you, you need a nice librarian type anyway.