We get a lot of crap CDs at the self-titled offices. But once in a while, a pleasant surprise slips into our promo stack. Here’s a recent delivery that knocked the S/T staff on its collective ass.
Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words, Lost In Reflections (Killer Pimp)
Vibe: Some of the most mournful, and melancholic, ‘drone music’ we’ve ever heard.
RIYL: Lake effect snow; smoke rings; midnight strolls through wind-swept city streets, as your iPod pipes in ambient music on full blast.
[audio:http://www.self-titledmag.com/wp-content/uploads/audio4/01%20This%20Room%20Seems%20Empty%20Without%20You.mp3]“This Room Seems Empty Without You”
[audio:http://www.self-titledmag.com/wp-content/uploads/audio4/04%20In%20Crowded%20Rooms,%20On%20Empty%20Streets.mp3]“In Crowded Rooms, On Empty Streets
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