Cars & Trains is fucking with us.
Portland’s electronic-folk toy-instrument live-looping god-piece is straight up fucking with us.
He has released Secret Worlds, a new 1-track album scrapped together from remnants of piano/cello sessions with musician William Ryan Fitch and long repressed memories.
What gaul Cars & Trains must have? Releasing a record with 1 fucking track. Next he’ll tell us that he’s going to start including Planes and Razor Scooters.
“Secret Worlds” is tinkling and childlike a it builds and builds and adds new layers on top of new layers until it hums to a frenetic crescendo like a first kiss.
Cars & Trains, you bastard. Getting me all worked up and panting and then you just leave. No note. No number. Just gone. I want more songs, you lazy bastard!
You’re fucking lucky that this one is as cool as it is.
Or I might just have to take cars and trains and planes and even a razor scooter to scootch up the coast to Portland there and… and… and… hug you hard and beg you to keep being you, our Tom Bomb.
Love,
Brando