TW Walsh

When music instantly makes me feel like I'm a cartoon, I listen to it with a different ear entirely. Now I'm not one to just whip out and stick the label of "THIS MAKES ME FEEL LIKE AN ANIMATED CARTOON CHARACTER" on just anything, and it isn't something I take lightly bros. 

While the feeling of being the hand drawn protagonist might actually "feel" light, I don't think these thoughts very often, and when I do, I do my best to fight against the shit because it's uncomfortable to exist inside a dream similar to (the movie) Waking Life for very long. Being an animated character means every emotion, every thought, every fucking feel, needs to be specifically and accurately conveyed at first sight. 

When you're a fucking cartoon, everything exists for a reason.

TW Walsh has somehow created a cartoon world where I exist, and running around inside of my imagination with his Fruitless Research as my soundtrack has given me a fucking amazing source of inspiration. 

When everything on the news is disappointingly depressing, and the global mood looks fucking drab and overcast, I found it undeniably inspiring that looking inside of myself and just inside my own house I find the brightest and most vivid colors imaginable. The ability of TW Walsh to make every song feel like it's covered in this animated sheen that somehow still retains its roots in reality when you hold things up close is unfuckingreal. 

Imagine wiping dew off of your car window, or dust off of your desk, and under it is the vibrantly Pixar-animated version of that very thing, but now imagine it in reverse. That's what TW Walsh's music makes me feel like I'm living and loving inside of. Except in TW's world, I'm also a Nobel laureate for my work in sexual exploration, and I was the first to coin the term "reverse reverse anal" and then have it mentioned in a Lil Wayne song. 

I mean, fuck, I didn't know what I was dealing with until I started the song "Fundamental Ground" over for the third time. This dude isn't "just" an electronic recording artist, this dude is fucking monster when it comes to writing songs that feel both endearing and introspective. Like each song is a potential soundtrack to the aforementioned animationz, yet you can almost slap any of these songs over a home video and take it from mildly interesting to goddamn fuckin' indelible.

Because there isn't a steady vibe controlling Fruitless Research, it almost feels like each song might be an individual snapshot in TW's world. So with this stack of TW Walsh's ideas, scribbles, and technically nontechnical drawrings, it's like dude let us peek in at his journal and he isn't shying away from exposing himself as vulnerable, and that's fucking awesome.

Regardless of how the overall package makes me feel as a human, these individual songs are BALLLLLSSSS if you put down your fucking phone for a goddamn second and listen.

"Public Radio" feels like the vibe of a Gorillaz track, but without the kitsch. This song is full future with a dash of retro, but still heavy on the hell yea. 

I've already sucked off "Young Rebels", but I still can't get over how you have drums that fucking dirty and have it come out sounding this fucking clean. DAMN.

When "Body/Mind" stops abruptly I thought I was going nuts, so I kept starting the song over, and then I realized the dude is fucking with me. It's not just Just The Tip, it's full shaft, then dude goes ghost like Swayze. (YEA I SAID THAT)

"Counting Cards" is one of those songs you'll either get immediately or a few years later, but since it caught me on the first listen, I can admit to hugging myself and dancing with my eyes closed once dude started singing. Holy fucking comfortable. 

"The Bright Void" is a Broken Bells song performed better than Broken Bells could perform a Broken Bells song. The delicate fluttery synths make this one to listen to alone on full blast in a car that's sitting in the middle of a snowstorm, and you only turn on the wipers every few minutes just to see the snow pack against the side of the windshield. This shit is fucking chilled magic. 

Ok, fuck telling you about everything I love about this album, just get set to buy the motherfucker and then consider adopting TW Walsh after he adopts me. 

Dealsies?