I’ve been binging on plenty of electropop lately because it mirrors how I have been feeling: strange, upbeat, and strangely upbeat. A band that has me standing at attention and listening attentively is Brooklyn-based The Epochs, who marry sensible pop with catchy synth beats. Dreamy and addictive, you will set their tracks on replay without knowing what hit you. They play New York city on February 12th, so if you are within range of their loudspeakers (Alamak!), I suggest you draw closer to the source of the music that has you nodding along to its bassline.

Another interesting electro-leaning team is Balkan Beat Box, whose members are actually alumni of Gogol Bordello and Firewater. As their name suggests, they weave electronica beats with traditional Balkan-inspired (imagine that) riffs, which brings about very surprising results.

(Speaking of Gogol Bordello, it appears they’re set to embark on a transatlantic tour of magnificent Gypsy punk proportions. Rar, they play Chicago and Detroit early March. Road trip, May?)

eMusic and FreeIndie are two portals that provide super access to artists that rock the same boat. Also look out for Goldfrapp’s fourth studio album Seventh Tree, with a UK release date of February 25th and lined up for release in the US on February 26th. Can’t wait!

(Last post of the day, I promise)

The Charter guy has come and gone, he has transformed our living room television into a mecca of digital cable channels. BBC America! VH1 Classic! Biography!

But no Boomerang, boo. It looks like I’ll have to get my fix of classic toons on DVD, but here to pacify my broken spirit is The Military Channel. Be still, my beating heart.

Jakarta synthpop outfit Goodnight Electric has made it big Time (heh heh, get it). Keep at it, boys!

The Charter guy is coming tomorrow to upgrade our analogue receiver to a digital one. We also upgraded our cable subscription so we will be receiving wonderful things like BBC America and the incredibly important Boomerang. Success! My housemates have made the mistake of leaving the Charter guy alone with me when he will be doing the installation. Who will be there to make sure I do not asphyxiate the poor man out of happiness once he has completed the necessary wiring?

Also, I cannot sleep. The jet-lag has worn off. BALLS.

You know when you see someone go bungee jumping you think hey I can totally do that and then the next thing you know you’re on the platform 150 meters above the earth and there’s nothing to save your pathetic brains from being splattered on the rocks below save for a big rubber band and then you think hmm maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all?

Apply that above analogy to my taking on multiple filming projects this semester, combined with a schedule of classes I am less than happy about. Now imagine my brains splattering on the rocks below (keeping in mind that my grey matter has more elastic properties than your standard issue grey matter, thus expanding the splatter radius.). This semester is going to kick my ass, I can feel it.