Yeah I just listened to that Abe Vigoda, quite good indeed. Thanks
I was a little upset that no one put this up yet sooo naturally,
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah-Some Loud Thunder
http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?y2dciyvtjjn
After I upped, realized that track 2 was missing, now fixed. sorry.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah-S/T
http://www.mediaf!re.com/download.php?uu3jzt5iwtm
Here's what I have to say:
Their lyrics are amazing. You'll find random catchy nonsensical things and then you will find philosophical tendencies dancing around every crash of a cymbal and scrape and scratch of a guitar string. leaving lines like "We can do the Zarathustra!" stuck in your head and leaving you wondering what exactly is a Zarathustra? Until you realize it wasn't a 'what' but a 'who' and that who was a Prophet conjured up by the 19th century philosopher by the name of Friedrich Nietzsche. Once you've realized that, you know you've found someone to be stuck in your zune, ipod, or sony mp3 player or just gracefully dustless on your dusty computer's hardrive.
The music is very catchy, you'll find yourself moving in irregular ways in no time, unable to understand how you got from your computer chair to the smooth kitchen floor doing circles, clapping your hands, and burning holes in your socks.
His voice at first is like huh? then you're like..Fuck yeah I wish I could sing like that!
There is no need to really explain any band because that band can explain itself and that's what they are there for.
We only explain for fear that someone will not wish to experience them and potentially lose out on something great.
Then there is Pitchfork's more subtle and proper approach for trying to hook you to a great band.
Maybe no one told Clap Your Hands Say Yeah that first impressions are important. Or maybe they've just got massive sack. Either way, their self-released, self-titled debut CD opens with the weirdest, most potentially grating bit of snake-oil salesmanship you're likely to hear until Tom Waits puts out another record. I happen to dig the song, entitled "Clap Your Hands!" (a theme is emerging), but a maniacal carny barking over a stuttering calliope isn't for everyone. Those who persevere, though, will quickly discover that this garish foyer gives out onto spacious, elegant chambers of clean lines and soft lights.
Clap Your Hands are a five-piece from Brooklyn who're known to break out both harp and harmonica. They've recently been garnering rave press in their home city, and, over just the past two weeks, burning up the internet like a vintage Lohan nipslip. The pundits are saying Wilco (not hearing it), Talking Heads (okay), and Neutral Milk Hotel (getting warmer), but if it checks in with a number of modern and classic new wave referents, the music sings for itself: Clap Your Hands traffics in melodic, exuberant indie rock that pairs the shimmering, wafting feel of Yo La Tengo with a singular vocal presence that sounds like Paul Banks attempting to yodel through Jeff Mangum's throat. Or imagine the Arcade Fire if their music were more fun-loving and less grave.
A little long, but a lot of worth it.