I just figured out how to properly insert my earbuds. This only happened because I sat, propped by pillows and covered to protect from the chill descending upon the house, with my hands pressed to my ears. I was listening to Efterklang and I wanted to feel it. Louder. I wanted to feel as if I were in front of an orchestra. I held my arms upright and positioned cupped hands over my ears until the blood ran from my phalanges to my elbows and it was no longer possible. I fiddled with that tiny piece of modern technology and suddenly, there was a whole new world! Sounds, vibrant and crisp! Turns out I’ve had these fuckers stuck in there the wrong way — they just needed a twist in the opposite direction for maximum awesomeness straight to my brain.
DUDES, I’VE HAD THESE EARBUDS FOR A DAMN YEAR. Hell, people.
Who knows what I’ve missed. What I was lucky enough to not miss was strings and drums and massive intelligence in song. I spent last night in bed, eyes closed and sounds in my ears, attempting to locate a valid comparison between Efterklang and ANYTHING in my brain to lay out here. A succint Coldplay? That’s trite as fuck. An orchestral and shorter-winded Akron/Family? That’s an injustice to both bands. Stephen Hawking with a side of Megafaun experimentalism? Too American, not Danish enough.
There are no comparisons, it seems. And that’s at once lovely and thought-provoking. That’s fucking good enough. If I measured the time it has taken Efterklang to move to the forefront of my brain in Cigs & Coffee (which is how I prefer to measure shit), we’re sitting at 2 cups and half a pack. Band is making good time, yo.
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Efterklang :: Modern Drift [MP3]
Efterklang :: Alike [MP3]
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