FM Radio
Two guys from Alabama embark on a psychedelic journey into the heart of the promised land: California. They immediately get ripped off while sleeping in a restaurant and must buy new shoes at Target. A strange force leads them to the front steps of the church of Scientology in Hollywood. They grow hungry. Luckily a man named Lemonade offers them a ride to the purple desert where they find refuge in a large glass box that looks like a practice chamber for a Las Vegas magician. They have a photo session. Eventually they eat chicken adobo in a state of amazement. Parched by the dry heat of every blue skied new town, they keep on truckin....trippin' balls on wall to wall sunshine and cryin'...
FM Radio is a project by John Albea (Arabada) and Joel Nelson (Worst Spills, Silica Gel). Crunching out a catchy suite of songs with a minimal array of sounds including mangled guitar loops, electronic treatments and lyrical reverie, the duo's debut shines like true AM gold mixed with Stockhausen. Washes of radio static and fractured transmissions underscore the feeling of the world passing by the window while you're living in between the channels.
Two guys from Alabama embark on a psychedelic journey into the heart of the promised land: California. They immediately get ripped off while sleeping in a restaurant and must buy new shoes at Target. A strange force leads them to the front steps of the church of Scientology in Hollywood. They grow hungry. Luckily a man named Lemonade offers them a ride to the purple desert where they find refuge in a large glass box that looks like a practice chamber for a Las Vegas magician. They have a photo session. Eventually they eat chicken adobo in a state of amazement. Parched by the dry heat of every blue skied new town, they keep on truckin....trippin' balls on wall to wall sunshine and cryin'...
FM Radio is a project by John Albea (Arabada) and Joel Nelson (Worst Spills, Silica Gel). Crunching out a catchy suite of songs with a minimal array of sounds including mangled guitar loops, electronic treatments and lyrical reverie, the duo's debut shines like true AM gold mixed with Stockhausen. Washes of radio static and fractured transmissions underscore the feeling of the world passing by the window while you're living in between the channels.
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