Breath easy internet, I have returned to my blogging post. Over the last week and a half I’ve been journeying up the Pacific Coast with Bear Hunter . As it turns out, when I try and write on my laptop while in the van I start to puke all over my band mates — hence, my absence from Synthesis Blog. Over the next few days I will be recounting my harrowing journey (in between fascinating posts about pop stars getting busted for drugs, children with weird growths on their bodies and general paranoid-paranormal fodder). Get ready, dear readers. Get your asses ready.

Loney, Dear, which is essentially one young Swedish dude named Emil Svanängen and whoever he can rope into playing with him, is basically a fey-music badass. No, he’s not ever going to make anyone contemplate starting a circle-pit, but sometimes I just want to sit around in a sweater-vest, cut out collages and sip blueberry Stoli, and for those moments, nothing beats Loney, Dear’s album Loney, Noir. It rocks in a most emasculated manner.

Every time I hear his track “I Am John” I get super excited all over again, and thank the heavens that Sub Pop exists to find and put that shit out in the US (How much longer they’ll exist? That’s another story and good fodder for the rumor mill…).

The video for “I AM John” was directed by Andreas Nilsson, who blew up a minute ago for his work on The Knife’s “Like a Pen” video. But this shit is way better:

Happiest music to be set to a cartoon about assassinations, ever.
Plus, there’s a death orchestra, and a dude dancing with a reindeer. What a wicked display of raditude.

If anyone wants to fly me out to Reykjavík during October 19-21 I will totally check out Loney, Dear, plus Deerhoof, mum, Of Montreal, !!! and about 100 other bands at the Iceland Airwaves festival. I would totally do that for you. But if I meet Emil there I’m going to try and convince him to get rid of that errant comma. Gotta ditch that shit holmes. Loney, Dear, you’ve been warned.