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Album: "The Hermit" 7" Single
Song Notes: Jeff Bridges... I Don't Need No Jeff Bridges To Put Music To My Poem!: I've actually written a review of this song before; but the basic story is that the artist used to record tapes and then tape them to trains or public restrooms and leave them for people to find. This is a really cool distribution method, made cooler, since it's an awesome song. However, now, it's available on a 7" single. - Rev. Syung Myung Me
That review: I have no idea how I got this mp3. Well, actually, I do. A group I’m on in Audiogalaxy relating to the braingivings of Chris Morris distributed it. I’m not sure why, however, because it has nothing to do with him. Well, other than that Chris Morris is brilliant, and so is this track. But there are lots of other brilliant things I wouldn't necessarily associate with Chris Morris, so there you go. Anyway, I did a bit of research on the band. Apparently, Ashfordaisyak is one guy, Dan Wilson, a 19-year-old from somewhere in England. And I read the only way to get his recordings (outside of random missives from Chris Morris related groups on Audiogalaxy) is to find them taped to trains and public restrooms. So, there you go.
As for the song, it’s… odd. And well, if you know me, well, me saying it’s odd is something. It’s a song about a leper in a tumbledryer, if the title didn’t give it away. Moreover, someone has poured porridge in the dryer as well. Along with the clothing and the leper. And there are soapsuds up to the screen. Even though it’s a dryer, and at least here in America, we don’t put soap in a dryer. And with the political climate we’re in now, I don’t think we cotton to those who do put soap in a dryer. Also, there’s a guitar solo reminiscent of Philip “Snakefinger” Lithman, shortly before the song ends with the clicking of a stop button being pressed. All over a vaguely-funk-reggae synth and a beat reminiscent of a tape dryer. If you want to hear this, well, you might be able to find it on Audiogalaxy, or fly to England and bum around there like you just dropped out of college for a year to travel around Europe, looking in trains and public restrooms for mysterious tapes, and trying to be avoid being labeled as a pervert. Or embracing that label, whichever you feel fits you better. Now if you excuse me, I’ve got to grow out my beard, get some thrift shop clothing, start selling my blood, all while looking for my cassette-tape in black. - Rev. Syung Myung Me