The Fiery Furnaces
I wish The Fiery Furnaces were my friends. They released an incredible debut album last year, filled with proper nouns, nonsense singalongs about singalongs, and a travelogue featuring a mummy. They're led by a brother and sister who have never been married nor pretended to be so (as far as I know), and seemed poised to deliver on all checks that Malkmus and his scrawny indie brethren could never cash. I heart them, tremendously. You should buy their CD (because music piracy is bad - the sticker on my new iPod told me so), and download the B-sides from their single "Crystal Clear" (because that single was only released in the UK) because those songs ("Cousin Chris" and "Smelling Cigarettes") are somehow reminiscent of late Beatles without being crappy. And no one can do that. Just think of all those lame "orchestral" indie bands. Flaming Lips? Ugh.
Anyway, this is the most excited I've been about a band since Clinic released their first album, and we all know what megastars they've become, eh? Clinic? eh?
More of Todd's work can be seen at Todd's Barbecued Rib On The Internet. Although, apparently some people have seen enough already. And what about MY opinion?