Certain songs will always evoke a certain moment in your life. Oxygen by Willy Mason, for example, will always be a steadfast reminder of days wasted watching the same 5 fucking videos on loop on MTV2, sending the occasional message to MTV2 and convincing myself that I was a misunderstood genius. Coming from East Austin, Lewis Houston probably doesn’t know Mason, nor really care for his folk-crooning charms, regardless of the bizarre echoes of his personable pop songs that can be found in his work. His project, noothhing, is one that is experimental in a way that escapes the stilted trappings that implies – the work is touching but feels like it could’ve been mixed on an analogue dictaphone at the same time. It’s a mess, but a beautiful one, bewitching with it’s layer upon layer of second hand, intertwined stream-of-conciousness riffs. You get the impression that he barely knows what a television is, nevermind MTV 2.
March 27, 2011 by thepigeonpost