Guess who's back....

Back again.. Kristen's back, tell your friends.

Yes, well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, surprise!

I'm not dead!

Well, the blog kinda was. But it's back now!

My brief foray into proper blogging and writing about things that mattered has finished, Anti-Hipster is back! Hello procrastination, hello lack of sleep, hello hipster fan girls hoping that they had seen the last of me.

And best of all, hello music.

Too long have I suffered in silence, with nothing and nobody to complain about... too long have I suffered with the blight of mainstream music tarnishing my reputation.

Yes, I do have a Taylor Swift album. No, I don't know how that happened.

Although, despite the fact that the catchy ear worm mainstream pop will always have a soft spot in my heart (my ears?), underground, undiscovered, independent music is where my loyalty will always lie.

So without further ado, I shall retune my brain and bring you a review of some interesting new music that you probably haven't heard before.... I give to you...

Bad Websites by Flower Drums

Flower Drums; will we ever be able to understand them? Do they want to be understood?

Perth band Flower Drums weaves an intricate mix of electronic pop and soft moaning (they might be lyrics, but who knows with these bands?) in their new song Bad Websites.

My favourite part about these reviews is the fact that I do little to no research about the lyrics and the band's demographic. Which makes complete sense for Flower Drums, because let's face it- if you're going to mumble and softly moan, nobody is going to understand the lyrics anyway. Lots of respect to the folks at A-Z Lyrics, you guys are national treasures.

So, what did I think of this song?

It's catchy hook and synth beats keep me coming back for more, and I'll keep on listening to it until I finally understand what these four mumblers are trying to say.

Like a hard-of-hearing octogenarian I strain closer to try and figure out what the lyrics mean. Before I know it, the song has finished playing and I'm still squinting and tilting my head slightly thinking that the ambient whir of my laptop is a bomb-ass lyric.

I won't say that this is the anthemic song of the generation of mumblers and soft spoken whisperers that squeak sometimes if you give them a good scare. But it sure comes close.

I'll probably listen to it in the car, or when I'm on the bus.

But much like those poor, quiet, sods, I probably won't ever remember the song long enough to get it stuck in my head and remember it's name.

Anyway, I'm going to give this

7 Squeak Up!s out of 10.


Lots of love,

Kristen