Take, for example, PopCanon, a fine synthesis of the Talking Heads, orchestral horns, Screech Powers' quirkiness and the kind of religious unsettlement you might feel after downing a glass of clumpy strawberry milk in the last, darkest aisle of your favorite church. Out of the primordial soup we rose, kicking and screaming and rocking. Describe the effects of PopCanon on an average listener. Only scary drifters looking to get out of the cold and rain come to our shows. Not unlike Chumbawumba - we vote anarchistically on every note and syllable, one at a time.
Death is completely unlike that.
No band is more worthy than PopCanon to aid in this gargantuan task of enlightenment. The band will so entrance you by slipping into experimental jazz-noise lines or exploding into their trademark jumping dance that you may never notice the lyrics about astral projection, Rene Descartes, or the foolishness of deconstructionism. Featuring startlingly clean white spacesuits, Ane Diaz, who sang on R.E.M.'s Monster, and Bill Bryson, the owner of the Dish, The Causey Way conveys futuristic messages about logic, science and proper attire through hook-laden songs trespassed by Farisfa organs, Korg synthesizers, and stiffly sarcastic monotone chants. This is your wake-up call. Don't miss the bus.