Posted by tonywonder in 2010 | 0 Comments
Fang Island, feat. Monster Island
There are plenty of fangs on Monster Island (but STILL NO fair trade laws)
As a music writer guy concerned primarily with indie-rock, of COURSE I get tired of pimping bands from Brooklyn. Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn. Fuck, man! I want to write about bands from Grand Forks and Saskatoon and Santiago; writing about white kids from Brooklyn has gone from painless curiosity to extremely painful admission that Brooklyn churns out prickly individualist rock like Milwaukee churns out prickly individualist online writer volunteers. So there’s that whole thing.
Fang Island, though, is good. Despite the shitty name (sounds like something Dan Deacon came up with in an off game of Scrabble), there’s something about them; the mashed accordion and fever-pitch of “Life Coach” and the frenzied gibberish singalong of “Daisy” (the former sounds like a less ironic, more anthemic Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!; the latter sounds like the Pete and Pete theme played at double speed with four times the drummers, which probably means like an aggregate total of like 45 drums being played, which is totally cool) – let’s put it this way: this is a Brooklyn band, but they sound like a fun party band. If you’re getting kicked out of a party, play Fang Island and maybe they’ll let you stay and suck wopatui through a crazy straw. Wahoo! My dog just farted. g2g
