Loud Sounds 142
Anthony Menzia — Monster in My Pocket
This is one of the strangest tracks we’ve come across in a long time. It glitches like a corrupted file, stuttering and collapsing in real time, as if the whole song is being pulled apart at the molecular level. The electronically warped vocal only deepens the effect — it sounds ominous, almost creature-like, the kind of distorted voice that feels ready to crawl out from around the corner.
And that tone makes perfect sense, because at its core the track plays like a love letter to the grotesque toy culture of the ’80s. It embraces the uncanny, the cheap plastic weirdness, the unsettling charm of an era that never fully knew how strange it was being. The result is a song that doesn’t just nod to nostalgia — it mutates it into something feral and unforgettable.
This is one of the strangest tracks we’ve come across in a long time. It glitches like a corrupted file, stuttering and collapsing in real time, as if the whole song is being pulled apart at the molecular level. The electronically warped vocal only deepens the effect — it sounds ominous, almost creature-like, the kind of distorted voice that feels ready to crawl out from around the corner.
And that tone makes perfect sense, because at its core the track plays like a love letter to the grotesque toy culture of the ’80s. It embraces the uncanny, the cheap plastic weirdness, the unsettling charm of an era that never fully knew how strange it was being. The result is a song that doesn’t just nod to nostalgia — it mutates it into something feral and unforgettable.
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ttypes – The Shing
“The Shing” is a breakup song that places the doo-wop aesthetic at its emotional center. It carries a distinct 1950s charge — those direct, heart-aimed lyrics, those simple, stylish, forward-moving melodies that feel both nostalgic and sharply defined.
At the same time, the track leans into a more indie, minimalist arrangement. The drum pattern and the slow, stealthy groove immediately evoke The Velvet Underground, giving the song a subtle edge beneath its retro sweetness.
And that’s where its power lies: despite its surface lightness, “The Shing” holds a faint premonition of darkness, as if something unsettling is taking shape just outside the listener’s frame of vision — something the narrator hasn’t fully understood yet, even as they sing with an almost carefree lilt.
“The Shing” is a breakup song that places the doo-wop aesthetic at its emotional center. It carries a distinct 1950s charge — those direct, heart-aimed lyrics, those simple, stylish, forward-moving melodies that feel both nostalgic and sharply defined.
At the same time, the track leans into a more indie, minimalist arrangement. The drum pattern and the slow, stealthy groove immediately evoke The Velvet Underground, giving the song a subtle edge beneath its retro sweetness.
And that’s where its power lies: despite its surface lightness, “The Shing” holds a faint premonition of darkness, as if something unsettling is taking shape just outside the listener’s frame of vision — something the narrator hasn’t fully understood yet, even as they sing with an almost carefree lilt.
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Mikey Demilio — Explain
This track carries an irresistibly light, summery glow — the kind that makes you want to run barefoot through grass or dive into a pool fully clothed just to feel the splash. It breathes with the softness of meadow air and the warmth of early sunlight, holding onto that fleeting feeling of freedom you only get on the most perfect afternoons.
The guitar arpeggios and chords are especially charming. They nod toward Real Estate, and there’s something even more nostalgic in them — a faint echo of early R.E.M. recordings from the ’80s. Beneath them sits a groove built from bass and drums: slightly hurried, slightly lazy, like it can’t decide whether to rush ahead or just lounge in the sun. That tension gives the track its pulse.
Everything is wrapped in a generous layer of reverb — the kind that glues the mix together and lets the whole arrangement hover in a soft, dreamy haze. And the vocal adds a final touch of character: relaxed, understated, but carrying this gentle forward motion that never calls attention to itself.
The result isn’t just a pleasant summer tune — it’s a small, self-contained world you step into for a few minutes, where everything feels warmer and a little out of time.
This track carries an irresistibly light, summery glow — the kind that makes you want to run barefoot through grass or dive into a pool fully clothed just to feel the splash. It breathes with the softness of meadow air and the warmth of early sunlight, holding onto that fleeting feeling of freedom you only get on the most perfect afternoons.
The guitar arpeggios and chords are especially charming. They nod toward Real Estate, and there’s something even more nostalgic in them — a faint echo of early R.E.M. recordings from the ’80s. Beneath them sits a groove built from bass and drums: slightly hurried, slightly lazy, like it can’t decide whether to rush ahead or just lounge in the sun. That tension gives the track its pulse.
Everything is wrapped in a generous layer of reverb — the kind that glues the mix together and lets the whole arrangement hover in a soft, dreamy haze. And the vocal adds a final touch of character: relaxed, understated, but carrying this gentle forward motion that never calls attention to itself.
The result isn’t just a pleasant summer tune — it’s a small, self-contained world you step into for a few minutes, where everything feels warmer and a little out of time.
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