What's better than a fever induced blog post?

I'm pretty sure nothing. Which is why I'm writing a blog post right now. Yes, I've decided that I like you readers enough that I've left the comfort of my bed to type away at my computer. Ok, I really felt as if I spent another moment in that bed I would have drowned in my own sweat. Remarkably, my mind seems to be firing on all two cylinders. So I of course am using this opportunity to do something worthwhile*.

Since my dreams for the past day or two have been completely terrifying in the only way that fever dreams are, I've decided to make a confession. I'm scared of Yeasayer's song "Wintertime." I've made it known that I listen to music as I fall asleep, but this song alone has kept me from even thinking of playing Yeasayer as I try and sleep.

Calling this song dark is kind of like calling Pitchfork somewhat critical (I sure hope it's still cool to make fun of Pitchfork). The song starts off innocently enough, but soon you're bombarded with just this wall of sound. And the vocals? That wail at the beginning sets the tone for the whole song. At that moment you realize that while you thought the album prior to this song was a little dark, this song is in a realm by itself. Everyone else in the class up until this point had been drawing butterflies and rainbows, but there's that one kid drawing black bears in a dark forest on a new moon. The thing that really gets me about this song is the false sense of security it lulls you into. Just like my dreams fueled by fever, suddenly it drops off. All the horns dissipate, and you're suddenly dealing with mainly vocals. You're thinking it's over, but its not. The song goes right back to where it started, leaving you cursing songs that have an ABABABA pattern.

Yeasayer - Wintertime

Okay, I understand I talk about Yeasayer quite a bit, but this song is pretty scary. In other news, Stereogum posted the band's new music video for "Wait for the Summer." I liked the video a lot. Based on the music I would have been disappointed if it had some guy secretly longing over some girl or something cliché like that. The only cliché thing about it is how un-cliché it is. Yeah.




*Ok, you caught me. I really had nothing else to do.